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jackiequick · 8 months

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Meet The Wells - Harry Wells Fic

Tv Show: The Flash

Setting: Season 4

Pairing: Harrison ‘Harry’ Wells x Leanna ‘Lea’ O’Conner

Featuring: One of the best characters on the show, Cisco Ramon!

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The morning everything pretty well. Team Flash was doing their usual work at S.T.A.R LABS. Discussing lunch breaks, new metas they possibly discovered, new experiments to create and plans for the weekend. That was until Harry mentioned friends.

Cisco sat up, “No he’s delusional. That’s because the lack of sleep he’s has been having. Uh, Harry friends are in here!”

Caitlin looked at Barry, who stood there confused, guessing that he’s being sarcastic.

“I got friends other than you guys! You will meet them.” Harry respond, siping his morning coffee.

Cisco gave his second girl a look and asked, “Lea help.”

“I-i know nothing about this.” Lea admitted with her hands up in defense.

“Ramon, believes i don’t got any friends. When i clearly do.” Harry yelled and sighed, typing away on his keyboard, “You told me to go make some friends, right?”

Cisco yelled back, “Yeah but last time i checked, you don’t have any friends besides us!”

Leanna who was tinkering with her tools looked up and nodded, “Yup! I did tell you that. Actually I’m curious to meet your friends, but I gotta hand some paperwork over to Joe first.”

She stood up, giving her boyfriend of 3 years now, a quick kiss on the cheek, in which Harry wraps his hand around her waist pulling her in for one more starling kiss. Clearly he was excited for today.

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Cisco and Harry were in the speed lab being introduced to their scientific ragtag team of friends. But it wasn’t what Cisco suspected Harry’s friends to be. One of them even practically threw Cisco Ramon out of the speed lab for being annoyed and offended. Lea walked in, confused onto why her best friend ran out of there but her confusion came to a pause after what she see saw.

There stood right in front of her brown eyes the doppelgängers of Harrison Wells. Not 1, not 2, but 3 Harrison Wells in the speed lab. And if add Harry, that makes 4! In total stood 4 very different variants of Harrison Wells, going from one with gray hair and a turtleneck to one with war general uniform like he just lost an eyeball for God’s sakes.

She didn’t know to laugh at how insane this is or internally whine about this little endeavor being oddly weird for her. But at the same time she was very much integrated into this new situation. She met versions of Wells beforehand but this was completely different. Before she can even say a word or pull together another set of thoughts, when a voice called out to her. More or less a catcall followed by a cheeky whistle.

“Who is this little beauty queen? She’s finer than a flower on a summer morning!” Yelled out a rusty almost burnt blonde Wells in a red rode and slippers.

Lea didn’t realize they were staring at her that moment, quickly fixing her dark gray shirt with tiny daisies scattered all over and dark jacket she borrowed from her friend, Caitlin Snow, earlier that week. She firstly mouth a small “What the fuck?” to Harry as he jogged over swiftly taking her hand with ease. The man was clearly excited about this.

“Honey, come meet my new friend!” He exclaimed holding a grin, returning back to earlier spot but this time with her next to him, “This is Harrison Wolfgang Wells, H. Lothario Wells and Wells 2.0. Men, this is Leanna O’Conner.”

All 3 of them smiled at the lady. Wolfgang Wells stayed wondering his eyes at the brunette, as if he trying to pin point something in particular.

Lea had to just smile politically for the 3 idiots to go sight seeing on her, if allowed. Without a second later the women dragging Harry out into the hallway for a quick chat.

“Harry, honey, what the hell?!” She whispered yelled.

“What the hell? What do you mean ‘what the hell?’?” He whispered yell back.

“Are you out of your mind? Have you officially lost your marbles?!”

“You asked me to make some friends and that’s exactly what I did!”

“When I told you to make friends, I didn’t mean with yourself!”

“They’re technically NOT me! They’re my double hitting doppelgängers from other earths and one of the biggest baddest brightest mind out there.”

“Again! There’s literally 3 of you in that room, all three of them ready to make goo goo eyes at me and oh yeah, one of you is enough but a friend group of Wells that’s just—”

“Sweetie I can handle this. There is nothing to worry about, they’re just charming and intelligent people with different kinds of backgrounds. It’s gonna go great. I promise.”

“You promise? Cause—”

“Lea it’s fine! I got this.”

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Once the couple walked back in, Lea announced the plan with Harry, but the second they all heard her voice they looked at her like 3 somewhat trained dogs. Harry had to scuff down a laugh, snorting a smidge.

Sandy hair blonde Wells aka H. Lothario Wells, grinned at her. He found her pretty and said, “Say, gorgeous you got any sisters? Or are you free this Sunday night?”

She blushed chuckling as she shook her head ‘No’ as Harry face them with a glare saying that Lea was HIS girlfriend. So hands off fellas!

Wells 2.0 spoke up, “I had a Lana on my earth…”

“Really? How was I like?” Lea asked, her eyes perked up curious about the answer.

“I wouldn’t know, she died or was it that she left the country? Oh well, i don’t remember! Ladies on my earth aren’t as nice looking as you.”

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The four of them kept talking, mainly Harry and his doubles, Lea just stayed sitting back writing on her iPad a few notes on an old equipment and equations. She listened every once in a awhile to their conversation, walking in and out of the lab to other part of the building or heading down to Jitters for some java.

Blowing a kiss to all 3 copies of Wells as she left. All of them stayed with a loopy and cheeky smiles after that. Harry Wells was the lucky one, he actually got a kiss of the cheek.

Returning with a coffee for her boyfriend, after handing one to Caitlin and Cisco she heard it. “Annie..” said the voice. It belongs to Wolfgang Wells, who staying eyeing her for the moment due stepped into the room in the first place. She rarely heard that nickname tossed around but it been said plenty of times beforehand. Only Cisco or Barry will throw that nickname out.

“That’s Leanna, not Annie, can you believe this guy fellas?” Replied Sandy Wells with a chuckling, figuring his doppelgänger was nuts in the head or something.

“No, Annie O’Conner..” Wolfgang Wells said once again with curiosity and confidence in his tone.

“Yeah he’s right.” Lea confirmed his wording, “Did you know a version of me, on your Earth?”

“My wife.”

“We’re married?”

Harry’s eyes darted towards them, mumbling, “You married a verison of her? When?”

“Yeah but I left her. Too much of a handful.” Wolfgang said with a shrug.

Lea gasped, “HANDFUL? I will have you know that I’m not a handful, you guys are. No offense, Harry..”

Wolfgang snickered, “You sound like her too! I left her cause we fell out of love, she was too uptight and I was too busy to care.”

“OUCH!”

“But I think still love her very much. Still, love is love. I think we all got a verison of this lady on our earths, right?”

Sandy Wells chuckled, “Mhmmmm! I do. She’s my 2 A.M bootycall. Speaking of which…”

Just like that, blondie wells was gone saying he got business to take care of. Leanna jaw dropped, meanwhile Harry held back a little smile, grabbing everyone’s attention back to the matter at hand.

All 3 men went back to work. But the looks Wolfgang and 2.0 didn’t go unnoticed, glancing at the half Asian brunette every once in a while. Both men saw something in her, and they liked it. Harry had to snap their towards himself instead and looping a hand on his girlfriend’s waist to signify that once again she’s taken!

The men were talking over one another and bickering more often than not about the topic. Honestly it was kinda hilarious.

Cisco walked in soon enough with a smile, “Soo Council Of Wells, how are we doing? Any progress or we just chitchatting about who’s smarter?”

Leanna chuckled at the last part, because half of it was true.

Harry on the other hand groaned in annoyance, “It’s not going anywhere! We can’t even agree on what method to use.”

“What? You had an entire day.”

“I know! I know!”

“Is it cause Lana is distracting them?”

This time Lea spoke up, “HEY! Right here you know?! First we’re complimenting me, then you’re treating me like a diamond in the rough and now you’re insulting me?! What is it? Leanna Day and I didn’t get the memo?!”

“Well welcome to my life, girlfriend! Theses guys love to do the same thing to me! Ain’t so easy, isn’t it?” Cisco repiled back, tossing her a glare.

“Ohhh, so this is the way your framing this, huh?”

“I guess so, Annie!”

“Cisco I swear—!”

“Wait?”

“What?” Harry asked.

“Isn’t there a 3rd one? Isn’t there 3 of—”

He pointed out there was only 2 Wells standing there, not the original 3 from the beginning of the day. Harry was about to say something about it but as if on cue, Sandy haired Wells reappeared with a cheeky grin blabbing on about something.

Sandy turned toward the trio with a smile, “Oh sorry! Had to take care of some off camera business—”

“OHH MY GOD!” Cisco shouted holding a hand, covering whatever it was he didn’t want to see.

This Wells had his pants down, showing everything his mother gave him. Harry tried to looked away, his face accidentally saw it. Leanna just blinked, gasping as she turned around burying his face in her boyfriend’s black shirt.

“What?” Asked Sandy Wells softly , confused.

“I can see your Frank and beans.” Said Wolfgang, looking rather uncomfortable.

“Come on, now. Do my best thinkin' commando,” Sandy defends himself with a shrug, “Plus, it ain't like we all haven't seen it before. Especially, you little missy.”

“I haven’t seen it!” Cisco yelled, sounding funny and offended by the fact.

He shoots a wink Leanna’s way and she feel like she can’t help but peek her face towards all the men in the room. She saw so much more than clearly expected today! Like Jesus Christ! She rested her head, still sorta hiding her face in her boyfriends shirt.

She didn’t look confident or heroic in that moment.

Harry placed a comforting hand on her head, holding his lady while smiling at her embraced blushing and embarrassment.

Cisco held back a couple of laughs, “Aww! You’re traumatizing the poor girl! But seriously, dude put that away..please.”

Wolfgang agreed with Cisco for once.

“Ah, you Earth Folks. You are so uptight.” Sandy replied pulling up his pants.

“Ah, alright! Can we get back to the take at hand? We need answers.”

Suddenly all men started throwing out suggestions left and right, speaking over one another not allowing Cisco nor Harry to keep a full sentence in.

Lea’s ears were ringing loudly and she groaned in annoyance, “Okay! That’s enough!”

“Enough? We’re just getting started!” Add 2.0 Wells, in which causing another explosion of words being thrown around.

Clearly Harry was losing it having enough of this shit and yelled, “Guys! Guys! Ga—gentlemen!” Grabbing all their attention he continued, “Clearly this isn’t working. And just for the record, it’s not me, it’s you.”

With a simple push of a button, all three holograms disappeared, leaving the trio to themselves.

“This, was a bad idea.” Harry said walking back, placing his hands on his girlfriend’s shoulders whispering, “You okay?”

“It’s like your junk was burnt into my brain.” Cisco answered instead.

“Your welcome.”

Leanna did not answer or add into the previous statement, just walking out with a hand covering her ears silently. Harry and Cisco shared a tired look, figuring something bothered her..

——

Him and Cisco were talking for a bit, the genius still grumbling about what happened. That he needed to accept the facts and himself, since they are technically his doppelgängers but still. He didn’t truly like it too much.

Until he found her.

Harry found his girlfriend in his lab, scribbling in a notebook wearing her noise canceling headphones, that both him and Cisco carefully crafted her due to her meta human abilities, and playing with her bangs.

He sighed, knowing she was flashed today and practically felt just as insulted as he was. But because Leanna was more of a sensitive soul in the relationship, rather busy lately with Iris’s wedding planning, and helping the team with their issues. Along with the overheating bickering wasn’t probably too pleasant to her ears.

He winced, taking a marker to the whiteboard and tapping it against the clear sided screen. Harry walked over to her, tapping her shoulder and simply asked, “Hey, are you alright?”

“Hm?” She asked, removing her headphone registering what he said and chuckled, “Oh! Yeah honey I’m fine.”

“Isn’t that my line? Lea, honey, what happened? You kinda snapped at them.”

“Yeah well, so did you!…I, uh, umm wasn’t expecting today. Part of me knew something was gonna happen! I felt like I was being pulled left and right. I mean 4 Wells in one room, that’s overwhelmingly surprising and kinda chaotic..no offense.”

“None taken! They are just huge self minded, idiots. Uptight, roughly insulting, snooty and just jerks. I—I didn’t think it would go like that! Hell they flashed you and choose to make eyes at you the whole time. Treated you like you were an prize to be won and be thrown away…no one was paying attention to anything and just talking over one another! Jesus…”

Leanna stayed quiet hearing him rant about how he felt about the situation and the protection his mind created, recognizing things she didn’t notice until now. It made her feel better, knowing that she got the best Wells in the multiverse. All he wanted was to make some more friends and figure out a way to help with his teammates issues.

But instead, he realized that rather became a host and solid choice for a complete conversation than the other guys. He also felt sorta good about himself being one to unlock the door to an O’Conner’s heart unlike his counterpart.

“I uh, don’t take you for granted, you know?” Harry said, with a soft grin.

“I figured as much. You stayed.” She replied with a tired smile.

“Wolfgang had a version of you then lost you, 2.0 Wells was just gah not—the best thing with women and uh, Lothario was something else where uh, you know!”

Lea chuckled and nodded, “Oh I know! I..I know!”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, “But in all seriousness, Leanna I love you and I’m so sorry you had to deal with that—us, today.”

“I’ve been part of Team Flash for so long, where something like that shouldn’t surprise me but it did. It was chaotic chapter for the books, but I really hope that doesn’t happen again!”

“It better not! I can’t take another moment with those guys. They’re one of the most annoying minds of the multiverse!”

“Harry, honey..”

“What?

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

She stood up from her chair, wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at the man gently grinning. He looked down at her, placing a hand on the small of her back, smiled softly confused since she left her second line incomplete.

“For being you! You came to this Earth and took it as it is, trying to help it. And those idiots, didn’t have to FaceTime us but they did. Because you would’ve done the same thing.” She added.

“Of course I’ve would’ve, I kinda like you guys. Especially you and Dr. Snow.” Harry admitted.

“Most importantly, you fell for me. All those other versions of Lea and Wells don’t know what they’re missing.”

“Well, technically, this wasn’t planned. I came to another earth for one goal. But we sorta happened.”

“Do you regret it?”

He leaned down, cupping her cheek a bit, “No.”

“Why’s that?” She asked, leaning in.

“Because it proves my multiverse theory. Every version of you or me, ends up being with an such interesting partner.”

“I love that theory.”

“I know you do.”

Harry closed the space between them, tossing in a few solid pecks of Lea’s waiting lips. A couple of sweet nothings and laughs were thrown into the mix, chatting about getting Big Belly Burger later.

When suddenly..

“Oh come on!”

Came Cisco’s voice, standing at the door with his hands on his hips.

“Seriously? Y’all didn’t need my help making her feel better.” Cisco said.

Lea snorted and smiled, as Harry tossed his friend a playful grin, only ever reserved for Cisco Ramon.

“We’re heading to Big Belly Burger later, you coming?” asked Lea.

“Oh hell yes!” He replied, replacing the frown with a smile, snatched up his friend from Harry into his arms for a hug and yelling, “She was mine first.”

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aliengirl99 · 6 months

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Fic of the week

I'll be recommending one of my favorite fanfics once or twice a week. This week's is;

Ok, so this isn't one fic, it's a bunch of 1 or 2 chapter short stories. All Harrisco, several with Jesse messing with team flash. Remember to read the tags yourself.

Enjoy!

#fanfic #fanfiction #fic of the week #harrisco #cisco ramon #harry wells #earth-2 harrison wells #the flash #fanfic recommendation #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation

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tomskonna · 1 year

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work title: serendipity

chapter: the one with moving out

relationship: Caitlin Snow/ Earth-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells

characters: Caitlin Snow, Earth-2 Harrison “Harry” Wells, Jesse “Quick” Wells, Original Characters, Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon

wordcount: 4,3k

summary: Caitlin and Harry, as a new couple, move to Earth-2. How is their life going to be?

SnowHarry's adventures on Earth-2.

#snowells #snowharry #harry wells #harrison wells #caitlin snow #tom cavanagh #danielle panabaker #the flash #snowells fanfic #the flash fanfiction #fanfiction #alternate universe #romance

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darlingpetao3 · 2 years

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A Discovery of Harry & Matthew (Harry Wells x Fem!OC x Matthew Clairmont, Chapter 13/13)

Rating: M (smut in final chapter)

Summary: When Laurie accompanies her boss, Harrison Wells, to confer with Oxford biochemist, Matthew Clairmont, over a potential scientific partnership, her world is turned upside down. Not only is she caught between her feelings for these awe-inspiring scientists, but she must wrestle with the reality of Creatures and her own self-discovery.

A/N: Well, it’s the final chapter! On behalf of my co-author @/centralcitymetapocalypse, we would like to say thank you to those who read this fun little crossover. We hope you enjoyed it! As for this last chapter, neither of us has reread it, probably not since we wrote it(?), so please forgive us if it’s “unpolished”.

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~ Laurie ~

Once we had arrived at the Old Lodge—Matthew’s home in Woodstock—my vampiric prince refused to let me do anything until I’d had a calming, hot bath which he’d immediately set out to do up for me.

His hard, insistent stare made it difficult for me to refuse. Plus, it sounded pretty good right about now.

And really, it proved to be very relaxing, letting the steaming water loosen my tight and stressed muscles. At first, I wondered whether Harry and Matthew would kill each other as I bathed to my heart’s content down below in the Old Lodge. But I let out a sigh and figured if they knew what was good for them, they’d behave themselves for my sake. So, after I finished my lovely and much-needed bath, I threw on one of my nicer blue tops I’d packed, a pair of jeans with a cardigan, and made my way down the staircase.

As it turned out, the two scientists sat across from one another in Matthew’s parlour engrossed in a game of chess. Harry rubbed his face with his hand before making his next move.

“My dear!” Matthew spotted me as I stepped into the room, both him and Harry standing up. “How do you feel?”

“Very refreshed, thank you.”

“How about hungry?”

“I could eat, yes.”

“Come, then.”

Harry came up to me and took my hand gently, as we followed Matthew into the dining room. “You look beautiful,” he whispered as we walked. I’m sure I blushed and thanked him in the most awkward sounding way.

Dinner progressed nicely, Harry and myself with our delicious (fully cooked) meals, and Matthew with his, well, cooked (or rather uncooked) to his liking. We chatted about our respective works, and I sensed an air of ease between all of us as if this was a common occurrence.

It kind of weirded me out, but I pushed past it.

“Another glass of wine, my dear?” Matthew asked me. I offered him my glass.

“Yes, please.” And then I was surprised to hear what the vampire said next.

“More, Harrison?”

“Thanks.”

Am I in a whole other dimension? Since when did these two get along? There wasn’t a single tone of animosity or disgust hidden anywhere in their voices.

Harry turned to me. “Laurie, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am, it’s just... when did you two learn how to co-exist without so much as a death glare and disdain in your words?”

“Ah, we came to an agreement while you were upstairs,” Matthew explained, “We both care for you profoundly, so we decided to try to act like gentlemen for your sake.”

I must have seemed impressed at the news because yet another astonishing thing happened - Matthew and Harry shared an amused look!

“Well, I appreciate it, you two,” I said, “thank you.”

Harry reached to hold my hand for a moment, and squeezed it. “Anything for you.”

I smiled brightly at him, feeling grateful. I’d known Harry for the longest time, and I knew this kind of thing was hard for him.

“So, Matthew,” I began, still holding Harry’s hand, “why was it you desperately needed to whisk me off? To tell me something?”

Matthew wore an apprehensive face. I assumed it had to do with the fact that he had no idea how I would react to whatever information he had to tell me. He probably wouldn’t like me to blow a tornado through his lovely home.

“Right, yes, well first I think it would be best if you begin to explain your situation we’ve been analysing to Harrison. After all, it’s not my place to disclose such information.”

I took a sip of wine and turned to my boss.

“We’ve found out that I have… powers,” I started. Harry’s eyes widened with surprise.

“You’re a metahuman?” he wondered aloud.

“Not exactly. Matthew took a sample of my blood and it turns out… I’m a witch, Harry.”

“A witch?”

“Mmhm,” I confirmed with a nod before glancing at Matthew. He gave me an encouraging smile to continue. “It’s passed down through blood, so one of my parents was a witch as well, and I got their magic. I can do things, things I can’t control, like the tornado earlier and I smashed some glass beakers just by closing my fist when Matthew first told me.”

“Laurie, that’s… that’s phenomenal,” Harry stuttered at the information. While we had shared experiences with witnessing and believing in the impossible, we had never come across magic or witches in Central City, let alone vampires. This news only widened our spectrum of what was possible.

“There’s something else,” Matthew added, eyeing me from over his wine glass. Both my and Harry’s gazes spun to his.

“There is?” I asked, eyebrows raised. What more could there possibly be? He’d already turned my world around, what else was there to say? Matthew put down his glass and covered my free hand with his.

“Miriam and I did another genetic test on your latest sample of blood and the results came back different this time…” He paused slightly, but not long enough for me to formulate any words in question. “At first, I thought I was looking at the wrong results. They were completely different from anything I’d ever seen before, but it seems to be that you’re half witch, but you’re also half daemon.”

I just stared at him, not quite sure what this information meant for me. How much did this change things?

“How often does that happen?” Harry asked, gently rubbing his fingers on my hand to soothe me.

“Never,” Matthew replied definitively. “I’m quite certain that Laurie is one of a kind, in the whole of history.”

I thought I needed more wine to continue with this discussion. I smiled sheepishly and held out my glass to Matthew.

“Would you mind?”

The rest of the evening was lovely after our chat about the surprising other half of myself. We all had retired to Matthew’s salon where Harry browsed the biochemist’s vast collection of literature, and I sat on the sofa, zoned out and pondering my abilities and the meaning of my life.

Please don’t have an existential crisis in the home of a vampire, I begged myself. Matthew flicked past a series of vinyl records near the record player on his desk. A smooth and calming melody played through the speakers.

Matthew walked over and held out his hand to me where I sat.

“May I have this dance, ma chérie?”

I glanced over at Harry, who was thumbing through one of Matthew’s books from his vast bookshelf. He didn’t exactly look bothered by the offer, which again was unsettlingly different from what I was used to. And it must have been the amount of wine coursing through me because I was not normally fond of dancing. I was always afraid I’d make a fool of myself, so I generally tried my best to stay away from dancing altogether. But I lent Matthew my hand and he pulled me to my feet.

He brought me close, his hand resting on the small of my back as mine went to his upper arm. He smiled softly and began to sway to the tune of the music, leading me in our dance. He made me twirl and spin back into his arms, all trying to get me to forget what I’d learnt this evening and just try to have a little fun with him.

I heard Harry shut his book amidst all the twirls and spins. He came a little closer to watch us dance, or maybe just me. I think I saw him smiling.

I was giggling in Matthew’s arms as we spun on the spot before he used one arm to spin me out from his chest again, but this time let go, and my momentum carried me into Harry’s waiting hold. I stared up at him, momentarily confused by the change in position and the way he looked at me was unlike anything else I’d ever known. He brushed his hand over my cheek and I leant into his touch, momentarily forgetting that Matthew was also in the room. Though my skin erupted into goosebumps, it suddenly felt quite a lot warmer around me, but I thought that that had more to do with Harry than anything else.

Whether it was the wine or just something inside me that said ‘screw it,’ I didn’t know, but I found myself leaning up on my toes and pressing my lips to his.

It was electric the moment we connected. Harry’s hands on me were firm and wandering, while his lips mimicked the same. My head spun with a dizzying desire, and I’m not sure I had the ability to control myself anymore.

I felt an icy presence behind me, and it gave me the most intense sensation as it mixed with the heat of Harry kissing me like he never had before.

Then I felt a second pair of lips on the back of my neck.

Matthew’s hand settled on my hip as his whole body pressed against me as he trailed his inhumanly cold lips over my skin, paying particular attention to the side of my neck, where I felt his teeth graze against me. I let out a short gasp into Harry’s mouth, who just held me close against his chest. I wound one hand into his hair as the other covered Matthew’s at my side. I couldn’t work out if I was in some sort of incredible dream.

When Harry and I pulled away a fraction, I was panting, and looking up into Harry’s lustful gaze only made it worse. Matthew was still peppering kisses to my skin, but when I turned my head, he stopped and looked at me. Our noses brushed against each other for a second before I found an angle where I could meet his lips.

Every part of my body tingled and quaked from their touch, and I could not for the life of me differentiate the feeling between magic and lust. It felt so powerful. I could have sworn it was both.

Matthew’s mouth met and left mine repeatedly, each time getting a little rougher and fiercer. I felt Harry squeeze my hand from behind me. I broke our breathtaking kiss for a moment to look back at my boss, then to Matthew again, whose eyes were extra round and as black as night.

I chewed on my lip for a second, before deciding to take the lead. I took both their hands in mine and began to back up out of the room, leading them up the stairs and towards the bedroom I’d used to change in after my bath. There was no way I could reel in the emotions currently flowing through me. I needed them both to help satisfy the feelings I had, and this fire within me that they’d collectively helped to ignite. I needed so much more.

I stopped at the foot of the bed in the room and faced the two scientists standing side by side. They were waiting - waiting for me to make the next move to hurtle us all into something so undiscovered…

“I need you both,” I said, looking them each in the eye, “equally and urgently, or else I feel like I’m going to burst-” my voice faltered at the end of my sentence. Harry and Matthew moved to stand on either side of me, each retaking my hands.

“Anything for you,” Harry said thickly.

“Tell us what you need,” Matthew purred.

“I need you to make love to me,” I said, utterly breathless as I glanced at each of them.

“That we can do, Princess,” Harry replied, his voice low and it sent a shiver right through me.

Matthew gave me a darkened look as his hand ran over my waist before, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from my sight, but I felt his hands as he pulled the cardigan off of my shoulders from behind and threw it onto the floor. Although the old house had been a little on the chilly side, I certainly didn’t need the extra layers now.

Harry took my face in his hands again before he kissed me long and hard, nibbling on my lip just to hear me squeak in surprise. I felt the chuckle radiate through his chest where my hands were pressed against it.

I started to remove my top and Matthew took it from me once it was over my head, tossing it without looking where it might end up. Harry then walked me slowly backward until the back of my knees hit the mattress behind me. I sat down, and both men helped me to rest comfortably against the pillows with hungry eyes.

Harry crawled up beside me on the right, and my hands immediately went under the fabric of his black sweater, running my hands over the muscles of his stomach like I’d been wishing to do since the first night we’d arrived in England and I’d gotten a glimpse of him shirtless. He seemed to understand my hint and pulled the item over his head before his lips went to my chest, placing passionate kisses in between my breasts.

Matthew, meanwhile, had positioned himself to my left and leant in to kiss my already swollen lips. On their own accord, my fingers began to work on the buttons of his shirt, and he shrugged it off without once breaking our kiss.

When our lips parted, the vampire slinked down to undo my jeans while maintaining that heady eye contact. Harry, in this moment, had moved to where Matthew once was and kissed up my neck to eventually meet my lips. The biochemist’s long and slender fingers danced along the hem of the denim. The way they popped the button and undid the zipper felt as if I was suspended in time. With a quick and forceful tug, they were off, and I gasped into Harry’s mouth.

Matthew’s hands ran over my waist to hold my hips, his cold skin like ice compared to how warm I now was. It sent shivers running all over me.

I felt him nuzzle his nose into the last remaining piece of fabric between my legs before placing a kiss there. The feeling currently running through me was indescribable. I just knew I needed him not to stop.

Harry’s lips left mine with a smack, which caused me to open my eyes and watch as his hand trailed down my side where it reached the edge of my panties, and together with Matthew, they both pulled them down my legs, where the item was thrown from the bed. I let out another little gasp that turned into a half moan at just the thought of what was to come.

At last, I felt the kiss of Matthew’s cool lips between my legs. I sighed and let my head fall back against one of the pillows, tossing and turning as I felt the pleasure of each kiss gradually grow longer.

“Yes…” I breathed.

Harry began to kiss me again, running a hand up my body to caress my breast. It’s as if he was making up for lost time, now that I knew he had harboured the same feelings I had. I never wanted him to stop either.

One of my hands ran up Harry’s arm and gripped his bicep while the other clutched the end of the pillow where I repeatedly dug my nails into it when I felt Matthew’s tongue swirl around my clit. I moaned into the kiss, pushing my hips up to try to get closer to Matthew, but his hands pushed me firmly back against the mattress.

Harry’s lips left mine, allowing me to look into his eyes which had turned more black than blue now. He licked his lips and then whispered in the sexiest growl I’d ever heard, “How about we hear you, Baby?”

A noise escaped me just due to the combination of Harry’s words and the magnificent things Matthew was doing between my thighs. The physicist kissed down the column of my throat before nipping at my collarbone and then sucking a mark there.

My series of whines had grown beneath my panting. “More,” I begged, though I’m not sure to which man. Either way, they both responded to my need. When Matthew’s talented mouth stopped its swirling motions, I almost made a cry, but instead he made a low rumbling sound in his throat - so animal-like - and pressed himself deeper into me and began to suck at my clit.

“Matthew,” I moaned, followed by a curse and accidentally grabbed Harry’s hair a little too hard as he marked my skin. He stared at me briefly, and I was about to apologise, but I had supposedly flipped another switch inside him. With an expert twist of his fingers, Harry undid my front-clasped bra, proceeding to bury his face into my chest.

“Harry…”

It was almost too much. I’d never felt anything this intensely before, and I wondered briefly if my newly found magic could be amplifying the sensations these two wonderful men were providing. And if it was, I couldn’t have been more grateful to have discovered this part of myself.

I could feel the tightness begin to coil within me, and I arched my back with a mewl that let them both know how close I was getting.

Harry was biting and sucking every inch of my skin that he could get to as my fingers continued to tug on his hair, now that I knew he liked that, whilst Matthew was incessant in his pursuit of giving me everything I wanted and needed.

I knew I wouldn’t hold on much longer.

My voice faltered as my breathing became all the more difficult to control. The relentless flick of Matthew’s tongue at my wet heat, Harry’s mouth creating his final mark of delicious pain and pleasure… that’s when it happened.

My eyes squeezed shut, then opened wide. Harry, Matthew, Matthew, Harry. They consumed me, and I happily lost myself to them with their names and various profanities on my tongue. I felt the heat rise from my skin and the dimmed room grew in brightness.

I stared up at the ceiling, still letting the waves of pleasure wash throughout my entire body. I’d never known a feeling this intense before.

Matthew licked me clean and he placed one last lingering kiss to my folds before pulling back to study me. Harry pressed his lips over the sore patches he’d left as I tried to control my breathing, running a hand through my hair.

It took me a few moments to come back from the blissful place I’d been taken to, but when I finally looked in front of me to see Harry and Matthew, I saw that my whole body was glowing. Brighter than it ever had before.

Matthew was peering up at me from between my legs, and Harry from my side, awe present in both of their expressions.

“Incredible…” Matthew breathed, crawling up the bed to take my hand when the light I was emitting began to dull again. He kissed the back of my hand and then up my arm just to see the light intensify again.

“Remarkable,” Harry noted with twinkling eyes, and I wondered if it was the reflection of my light in them. He interlocked our fingers and brought them up to his mouth to kiss. Harry shifted next to me, and I felt him hard against my side.

“Oh, Harry…” I went to touch him, and he shuddered at the contact. I immediately began to undo his belt and zipper when his hand covered mine again.

“You don’t need-”

“-Stop.” I interrupted him. If Harry thought I wasn’t going to repay the favour and leave both him and Matthew in this state, he was wildly mistaken. “I want to do this for you.” I ran my palm over the bulge in his boxers and watched him swallow quickly. Then I turned to face Matthew, still with my hand down Harry’s pants.

“What can I do for you, Matthew?” My voice came out low and sultry and very unfamiliar to me. I think both men were surprised to hear it too. Matthew leaned in close to me.

“I am willing to take as much or as little as you want to give me,” he practically purred in my ear before kissing me repeatedly. I could still taste myself on him.

I pulled away and glanced at Matthew and then Harry, deciding how best to repay them. Chewing on my lip, I took my hand away from Harry and undressed Matthew as much as I had Harry, so that only their underwear was left in my way.

They were both watching me so intently, though I didn’t feel in any way uncomfortable under their gazes, even if I was naked in front of them. My glow was brightening again as I unveiled both of them from their boxers, and my head felt like it was spinning.

I had a surging need to make them feel as good as I had. I took each of them in hand, giving the scientists equally hard strokes. Harry moaned while Matthew sighed, creating the most beautiful combination of sounds. They didn’t need to beg for more, I just felt it, and slowly but surely upped the pace of my tugs.

My name was on Harry’s tongue followed by his own swears, but it would seem my neck was the object of Matthew’s attention. The skin where he stared at me was freezing.

I think he wanted to taste me.

As if reading my thoughts, Matthew leant in and growled in my ear.

“Satisfy your human first, and then I can have you.”

The tone of his voice made me begin to ache with want again, and I nodded, slowing my hands to a stop on both of them before shuffling on my knees to sit right in front of Harry.

This way, it would allow me to give all my attention to each of them in turn and give them the most pleasure possible.

Harry’s baby blues opened and stared at me in confusion as to why I’d stopped. My hand came up to stroke his cheek as I whispered, “it’s alright.” Then, looking up at him through my lashes, I let my mouth meet his tip, placing a few kisses and licks to it, before taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. He made a stifled moan and buried his hand in my hair.

I couldn’t even remember how many times I’d fantasised of doing this exact thing to him, late at night when boredom and lust consumed me.

I felt icicle-like fingers glide down my spine, and I made a whine at the sensation and creating a vibrational hum around Harry. His hand gripped my hair a little tighter by accident, but I welcomed it. It spurred me on.

The cold fingers on me slid to my rear, and as I continued to go down on Harry, Matthew curved his body over mine. I heard him inhale the scent of me, then felt a cold squeeze.

I moaned again around Harry’s cock, and his hips gave an involuntary buck upward.

“Laurie,” Harry said gruffly like my name was caught in his throat. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

I took him in my mouth a few times more, making another few noises that were prompted by Matthew’s wandering hands, and deliberately swirled my tongue around Harry so that he was right on the edge. I treasured the little noise he made as I removed my mouth from him and replaced it with my hand to bring him to orgasm.

I wanted to watch his face the first time he came for me.

His hand moved from my hair to my face as he stared into my eyes before blinking rapidly and letting out a breathy moan when he finally came over my hand. His expression was gorgeous, so blissful and happy, and it made me smile to know I’d put it there.

He lay back against the pillows when he’d finished, trying to control his breathing as I leant forward and pressed my forehead to his before kissing him softly and nuzzling against him. But I was aware of Matthew’s hands still on me from behind and slowly pulled back. Harry came back to himself and leant across to the bedside table to grab me a tissue and cleaned up my hand for me. I pushed myself back against the vampire who pressed closer to me.

“I think it’s my turn,” Matthew whispered huskily in my ear before nibbling on the lobe slightly.

“A-are you going to…?” I left my sentence to hang in the air. Surely, Matthew knew what I meant.

“Only if you want me to,” he replied, pressing his nose to my neck and inhaling the scent of me again. I closed my eyes and tried to remain calm, but I knew he could hear my heart racing like crazy.

“I want you to.”

In a split second, Matthew had me flipped onto my back on the bed with my hands pinned into the mattress. My chest heaved from the adrenaline coursing through me. Matthew’s mouth hovered hesitantly at the side of my neck.

“What are you doing?” comes Harry’s voice from behind me.

“Our lady has allowed me to have a quick drink,” Matthew said with a touch of annoyance at having delayed his teeth from sinking into me.

“If you hurt her, I swear to God, Clairmont-”

“I would never!” the vampire snarled at Harry.

“You better know what you’re starting-“

Matthew sat back on his heels slightly to glare at Harry. “Better than you do. Don’t make me drain you instead.”

The tone of Matthew’s voice and the way he was so tightly gripping my wrists now, I guessed it was his bloodlust overwhelming him. I’d effectively just offered myself up to him and now Harry was stopping him from satisfying himself, unintentionally teasing him and I was sure, pushing his restraint to the limit.

“Both of you, stop,” I said urgently, sitting myself up, and looking at Harry. “Harry, this is my choice, it’ll be okay.” Then, I took Matthew’s face in both hands to get him to look at me. “I said you could drink and I’m not about to take that away. Take what you need to.”

“If I can’t stop-“

“Shhh,” I said, stroking his cheek. “You will stop because you don’t want to hurt me. And besides, I think Harry will kill you if you don’t…”

He smiled at that, and I swept my hair back from my neck again in offering. I watched the vampire lick his lips.

“Be gentle with me, Matthew…”

“I’ll do my best, my darling.” Matthew waited a few long seconds, as long as I imagined a quick internal pep-talk would take. And then I felt the pierce of his teeth into my skin. I cried out at the breach and felt a dip in the mattress. Harry had moved to the other side of me and held my hand. Matthew’s lips suctioned to my sensitive skin, and as he sucked and swallowed the blood I offered him, I felt an entirely new definition of the word ecstasy. I didn’t understand the science behind it or how this act could feel this good, but I understood how dangerous this could be. It made my head rush, and I wanted him to keep going, no matter the consequences.

No wonder Matthew was hesitant.

I thought I couldn’t feel anymore pleasure in this moment, but I was terribly wrong once Harry’s own mouth found the other side of my neck and his hand between my legs.

I wasn’t even sure what sounds I was making, but I was sure I was loud. The combination of both of them sucking their own mark onto my neck and Harry working me so thoroughly, I knew I wouldn’t last. And Matthew would have to stop soon, I knew it, however much I wished for more of this feeling. I hoped Matthew was getting as much satisfaction from it as I was.

“Ah, please, please,” I whined, holding Matthew close as Harry’s fingers rubbed me hard and fast between my thighs. “Yes, yes, like that, I’m there, I’m-”

I made three clipped whimpers, then let out my silent cry from the intense euphoria washing over me until I slowly watched the room fade to black.

I didn't know how long I'd been asleep for, but I figured it had to have been a good while, as I felt significantly less tired than I had before, though my neck was still a little tender when I shuffled myself around slightly. I felt the presence of my men in the bed with me, all of us a tangle of limbs under the sheets.

I slowly opened my eyes and adjusted to the very dim light around me. Between the two of them, Harry and Matthew must have put me under the covers after I passed out and then got in with me.

Harry’s warmth enveloped me from behind, his arm around my waist where he was spooning me, with one foot hooked over my leg. In contrast, Matthew's coldness radiated from in front of me, one of his hands resting on my thigh and I'd managed to nestle myself against his chest and I realised my head was lying on his arm.

I could just make out his peaceful expression and smiled softly, letting myself fall back to sleep knowing I was perfectly sheltered between the most attentive and fiercely protective men in the world.

When I woke the second time, it was from the sun peeking through the slit in the curtains and onto my face. I yawned and stretched my limbs, suddenly aware that Harry and Matthew were no longer in the nice, warm bed with me.

I held the bedsheet up to my chest, in case either were to enter the room and put my clothes from the night before back on. I thought I heard the low, rumbling tones of the scientists carry up from downstairs, and I’m fairly sure I heard my name mentioned several times.

Not caring what a wretched mess I probably looked like, I padded down the old home’s staircase. I hadn’t even rounded the corner into the living room before Matthew’s voice said, “She’s awake.”

I entered the room and the expressions on both their faces made me think that they hadn’t been having a particularly pleasant chat. Harry looked anxious, stood over by the fireplace, and Matthew wore a look of resignation where he was hunched over himself in the armchair. They both looked towards me when I walked in.

“Good morning,” I said quietly when they remained silent. Matthew seemed to realise that I was on edge too now, due to the awkwardness that settled in the room, and tried to lighten the mood.

“Good morning, my dear, did you sleep well? How are you feeling?” he asked as I came further into the room, leaning up to kiss Harry’s cheek and then moving over to the vampire.

“I slept really well. I don’t feel any different to normal,” I told him, and it was mostly true. I still felt a little jittery, but I put that down to my magic rather than him having drunk from me. I think we were all aware that the last remnants of the spell suppressing my magic had broken last night. Matthew gestured for me to come over to him and I perched on his lap as he swept my hair back and studied the bite on my neck.

“It’s healing well,” he said finally, gliding his fingers over it, before getting me to look at him. “I’m sorry, Laurie, I didn’t mean to take that much. When you passed out-”

“Hey, I’m okay, don’t beat yourself up about it. I knew the risks when I offered,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him close to me. “It just felt so good… I wanted you to keep going,” I admitted quietly.

“You continue to astound me.”

“Welcome to my every day,” Harry said, coming over to plant a sweet kiss to the side of my head. I smiled up at Harry, and then to Matthew, but the latter still wore a slight frown. I played with the collar of his shirt.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Matthew paused before speaking.

“Well, I was just beginning to inform Harrison that, as of last night, we have broken one of the primary ancient laws of the Congregation.”

Congregation? Ancient laws? Harrison??

“I don’t understand what any of that means,” I looked to both of them, confused, “What law?”

“You were starting to say something about the consequences of intimacy between witches, vampires, and daemons?” Harry offered.

“Yes.” Matthew looked down before looking at me again. “Relationships between different species don’t happen, Laurie. For one-thousand years, it’s been forbidden by the Congregation, the council that oversees our world, which is made up of three vampires, three witches and three daemons.”

“And these nine people get to decide whether or not we’re happy?” I asked, taking his hand and intertwining our fingers just to emphasise my point.

Matthew let out a resigned chuckle. “It’s just how it works, darling. We may not like it, but for the sake of peace, everyone is expected to follow it. Because if we don’t, well… you’re the outcome of that… You’re quite possibly the most powerful creature ever born, and the Congregation fears that happening. They don’t even know it’s already come true.”

“But they don’t know about me, right?” I asked. I got the distinct impression that I should be scared of these people and what might happen to me.

“No, no, they don’t,” Matthew replied, bringing my hand up to kiss it, “and I want to keep it that way. But you and I together, we would draw too much attention. Someone is bound to notice that there’s something different about you and if the Congregation found out the truth, they will take you away and you’ll never get to live your life.”

I looked down at my lap as I took this information in. I could lose my freedom because of a decision my parents made? I never chose to be what I was. Then I had another thought.

“What about humans? You said relationships between species didn’t happen, does that include creatures with humans?” I asked, glancing at Harry who smiled quickly at me before I turned back to Matthew.

“It’s not as frowned upon, no. It’s far harder to avoid seeing as there’s so many of them now.” He looked at Harry as well, who took a step closer and put his hand on my shoulder.

“What does all this mean, Matthew? What are you trying to tell me?” I thought I knew what he was trying to get at but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear it.

Matthew’s hand found the back of my head and brought me in close so that our foreheads touched. “I’m telling you that for your own safety and well-being, we cannot continue together like this. I’m sorry.”

Did this mean I would never see Matthew again? I didn’t think I could bear the thought. Not after everything he’d shown and done for me. I choked back a sob.

“There has to be a way…” I tried hopelessly, realising it was pointless. Matthew just shook his head.

“You must return to America, to Central City,” he told me. “Learn to control your power and use it for good, and continue your good work with Harrison.” Matthew looked to Harry, whose hand was rubbing circles on my back. He gave my boss a resigned smile.

I couldn’t think straight and was nearly in tears. I didn’t realise Harry had helped me to stand while Matthew fetched our bags, saying something about needing to start the trek to the airport. Harry held me as we waited, swaying me gently back and forth. I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything.

Matthew reappeared a couple of minutes later, going at a normal human pace instead of using his powers. Perhaps he needed the time to think.

He laid the bags down as I pulled away from Harry a fraction, and he reached into my bag, pulling out my thin, pale blue scarf. Ever so gently, he wrapped it around my neck and positioned the ends precisely over my chest. I peered up at him, eyes still misty with unshed tears.

“For the marks on your neck,” he explained with a small smile. “I’m sure you don’t want anyone asking questions at the airport.”

I nodded to show I understood, but I wasn’t sure that I could open my mouth to reply without sobbing. But luckily, Matthew had more to say.

“I called a taxi for you, and this is for when you get back home,” he said, handing me a white envelope. “Details of a witch very close to Central City, she’s an old acquaintance of mine, and she’s agreed to help teach you to control your magic. I told her that’s you’re immensely powerful, but no more than that. Tell no one the truth, Laurie, for your own sake. But she’ll be able to help you to live normally, in time.”

“Thank you,” Harry said for me, as I took Matthew’s hand and held it as tightly as I could. I never wanted to let go. Matthew leant down and kissed my head before resting his cheek against my hair. Harry held my other hand, still rubbing his thumb over my skin.

We waited there together for the inevitable arrival of our car, none of us saying a word and just holding each other until I finally spoke up.

“I love you. Both of you. I don’t know how I’m going to do this without you both with me!”

“You are going to thrive.” Matthew stretched out the final word. The emphasis almost made me start to believe it. “And if I may say so,” he dared lock eyes with Harry, “I knew it was love for me the moment you stepped into my lab.”

“I can’t blame you,” Harry said to Matthew, and I turned to look up at him, and then Harry down at me. “Because I knew I loved you since your first day at work. Even if I idiotically tried to ignore it for far too long.”

I’d always wanted to hear those words from him. Harry loved me.

I brought his face down to mine for a kiss, closing my eyes, and letting my tears leak through my lashes. I was in love with two men who loved me back - a human and a vampire. I knew I’d be forever happy with Harry, but saying goodbye to the other third of my heart was still torture.

I heard the beginnings of rain pitter-pattering on the window panes. When our lips parted, Harry swiped my tears away with his thumb. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Go.”

I knew what he was saying. I needed to say my final goodbye to Matthew.

Harry took our bags and went to wait by the front door for the taxi while I stood with Matthew in the entrance space, still not having let go of his hand.

He turned to face me, taking my other hand too as I continued to cry inaudibly, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“Don’t cry, my love,” Matthew said, tilting my chin up so that I could meet his expressive eyes. “You have Harrison and he is going to take the best care of you, or he will have me to answer to.”

I let out a half laugh and a sniffle as I continued to stare at him. I reached up and brushed the little bit of unruly hair out of his face before holding his cheek in my hand.

“I’m going to miss you like you wouldn’t believe,” I whispered.

“Try me. I have to live an eternity without you now,” he replied, sliding his hand around my waist and to the small of my back so that our chests pressed together. “But I will never forget you, Laurie, you’re unique in every way. You’ll always own a piece of my heart.”

I couldn’t stop myself any longer. I pushed myself up on my toes and kissed him hard, my fingers winding into the hair at the nape of his neck so that I could hold him as close as possible.

A gust of wind swept in from outside because it would seem Harry had left the front door open. It swirled around us, whipping my hair around as I cupped Matthew’s cheeks to pour everything I was feeling into our last goodbye.

After kissing him for as long as my lungs and lips could bear, I hugged his neck and rested my head against his chest. And until my heart was strong enough, I took a step back from him, and said, “Thank you. For everything.”

Matthew Clairmont nodded once.

Harry returned, to lean in the open doorway. He looked like a wet dog, drenched with the witchrain I had supposedly conjured outside. It was still pouring down.

“Ready?” Harry asked me softly. I smiled at him. Bittersweet was a terrible understatement to describe this moment. He took a step in and extended his hand to Matthew.

“Clairmont,” he said in the tone he uses when talking with people he respects in a business setting.

Matthew shook his hand and said humorously, “Harrison, I think you now have the right to call me Matthew, old chap.” Harry shook his head with a puff of air as laughter.

“Matthew. Email me any time. We’ll continue our discussion about logistics.”

“Right.”

Harry took my hand and lifted it and pressed it to his lips. “Let’s go.”

I turned to Matthew one last time as he pressed a kiss to my head before Harry took me out into the rain, sheltering me as much as he could with his body and helping me into the taxi. The tears started tracing their way down my cheeks again as we began to pull away and I watched Matthew through the back window. He waved at me but gradually became too small to see clearly any more.

I leaned into Harry’s side and tried to calm myself back down, taking deep breaths and wiping my tears away. I knew this must be hard for Harry, knowing that I loved him so completely but having to share that emotion with Matthew as well, but he held my hand tightly and didn’t let me go throughout our whole journey.

The rain followed us almost all the way to the airport, but I guessed that was a given seeing as I was the one causing it. It was slightly thrilling to know I was capable of something on that scale, however sad I was.

But, as we approached our destination, it began to lessen, and when it was time to get out of the car, it stopped.

Harry paid the driver and we each took our bags into the building before holding hands again and making our way through the place. I never wanted to be separated from this man for the rest of my life.

Central City seemed like a different world since I’d discovered the beauty of old Oxford, but then, so much else had changed in my life, I felt like wherever I was, I would feel that way. In some place enchanted and a little bit surreal, but in the best way possible.

Harry and I were wonderfully happy together now. I couldn’t remember a time when I felt this good about everything in my life, even if it didn’t include much of a certain handsome vampire over in England.

I’d started to see the witch Matthew had recommended almost immediately when we’d gotten back home in an effort to stop any more major incidents like my witchrain. I’d been making steady progress with it and now had much more confidence with using my gifts around the apartment, and had far fewer accidental mishaps with shattering glasses and the like.

Harry always asked me how I was getting on after each lesson and was still awed when I gave certain demonstrations like summoning objects and make them do what I wanted. I still had the occasional issue when controlling my emotions around other people, including one close-shave with a colleague at work when I’d made it start to snow when I was annoyed. I hadn’t been able to stop my pink glow during sex either, but I’d come to realise that Harry actually rather liked that…

We now shared a bed on a much more permanent and deliberate basis, as I’d virtually moved into his apartment not long after we’d gotten home and things had only progressed from there. It was wonderful to know I’d always get to wake up next to him after pining for so long.

My cheerful mood followed me into work on a particular morning, smiling brightly as I put my bag on the side and went to sit at my desk to go through any notices that needed checking before I got down to my work. But there was a surprise waiting for me there when I sat down and pulled my chair forwards.

There was an envelope sitting on the desk surface with my name in an elegant script staring back up at me. I picked it up and looked around suspiciously for any prying eyes before using a touch of magic. Holding the envelope in one hand, I placed the other on top, palm down, and let the words inside tickle my skin.

I gasped and dropped the envelope.

It was a letter. I felt the presence of Matthew in his written words from within.

It had been months since we parted last autumn. Matthew and I kept in touch fairly regularly after that through email, whether it be my “assistant self” regarding business matters between him and Harry or my “witch-daemon self” having a wistfully romantic conversation with my vampire ex-lover. But as time went on, I heard less and less from Matthew Clairmont. There came a time when I began to hear nothing from him at all, and I wondered if maybe he was graciously stepping aside after hearing the news about Harry and I.

I was aware that he and Harry also spoke semi-regularly, probably talking about me and how I was doing as well as their science, but it wouldn’t have surprised me if Harry had told Matthew about his plans to propose to me beforehand, just so the vampire would have been prepared for the news.

We all knew that there was no changing what could happen between us, but I doubted it could be easy for him to hear it.

I debated leaving reading the letter until I went home this evening, just in case the contents caused me to lose control of my emotions. But in the end, curiosity got the better of me and I carefully ripped the envelope open. I covered my mouth with my hand as I began to read.

Dear Laurie,

First, I would like to apologise for the lack of communication on my part. I selfishly needed time to process the news that Harrison passed on to me a few months ago. Which brings me to the main reason for this letter.

I believe congratulations are in order.

I suppose it was only a matter of time before this took place, and Harrison is only doing what any self-respecting man would do in this situation, which is to make sure that he gets to be with you for the rest of his life. I don’t begrudge him that, I only wish that circumstances had been different in several ways so that I would have been able to spend more time with you and given you all the love that you deserved. But Harrison is a good man, who will give you everything you’ll ever want or need, and I know how much he loves you and that you will live a wonderful and exciting life with him by your side. I wish you all the happiness and fortune in the world for this next step in your life.

Harrison tells me of your progression in a particular, shall we say, variety of “arts” and from what I understand, you are a natural and a true force to be reckoned with. Though, I think we all knew that from the get-go. I am so very proud of you and your accomplishments in the study of your birthright. I know you will go on to do even more amazing things, Laurie. It’s in your blood.

Lastly, I will say this - Saying goodbye to you remains to this day one of the hardest things I’ve had to bear in my exceedingly long life. The love I felt (and yes, still feel) for you will continue on until you’ve long passed, and that will be something I will hold with me forever after. I will always love you, Laurie, and should you ever need me for any reason whatsoever, I will be there for you in an instant.

Again, congratulations on your nuptials, and give my best to Harrison.

All my love,

Matthew x

I put the letter down on the desk, rereading it several times over as I brushed my fingers over his name at the bottom of the paper. I felt a mixture of happiness at hearing from him again with sadness at thinking about him, left alone in England while Harry and I were together over here. I picked up the paper again, holding my hand over it so that I could feel him through his writing, and smiled softly at his presence, however slight.

The door to Harry’s office suddenly opened to my right and my fiancé stepped out, concern evident all over his face.

“Are you alright?” he asked quietly, taking a few quick steps over to my desk and leaning up against it as I looked up at him. “It started to rain and I wondered if… you know, if it was you?”

I let out a chuckle as I shook my head and placed my hand on his thigh. “Harry, just because it’s raining doesn’t mean that I’m upset, okay? I’m getting good at that bit now,” I told him and he nodded in a way that told me he knew he was being overprotective.

“So, you’re okay?”

“Yes, I am.” I grinned ear to ear. “Matthew sends his best to you.”

“Ah,” Harry said in understanding, “I’ll have to send him a message. Good man. I’ve always liked him.”

I let out a burst of laughter and leaned into Harry. “Yeah, sure you did, baby.”

He chuckled into my hair. One of his arms wrapped around me and held me close.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “Perhaps we should invite him to the wedding? Or is that waving it in his face a little? I don’t know what the etiquette is here.”

We both laughed and I stood up, shaking my head. I picked up my letter again and held it close to my chest. Matthew’s presence radiated from it again and I felt like I was being hugged by him again. And when Harry slipped his arms around me from behind and leant his head against mine, I knew I was still surrounded by the love of these two men.

And with it, I knew I could go on to do anything and everything that this world put in my path.

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sarawritestories · 10 months

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A Birthday Wish

Eowells x Fem reader

A/N: I am aware that i have not posted. It's been busy as all hell this week and plus balancing stories on here, but my own work is challenging, and I haven't quite gotten a routine down. I plan on posting stories that have been requested next week. Thank you for being patient! I figured in honor of my birthday being today, I'd write a little something for you to enjoy 😊

Summary: It's the Y/N's birthday, and she is trying to keep a low profile as she doesn't want to be the center of attention. Thanks to Cisco, Team Flash does find out and wants to celebrate. As she returning to S.T.A.R. Labs the man in yellow appears, she flees to meet Harrison only to find out there is more to him than she thought

Content Warnings: mentions of drinking (socially not to get drunk), kidnapping, brief gagging, being tied to a chair, and 1 very brief NSFW scene

Tags: @twilightlover2007 @eonash @yetanotherwells

Y/N awoke to the blaring alarm clock stumbling to turn it off she instictively grabbed her phone. Texts from her parents, wishing her a happy birthday already waiting for her to read. She groaned as she sat up another year, around the sun, and all she had to show for it was bad knees and a constant ache in her back.

Y/N was not a fan of being the center of attention, so she has kept her birthday a secret from her friends, not wanting them to make a big deal out of the day. Though it did not mean she didn't want to look nice. She put on her favorite teal dress that had capped sleeves and fell to her knees and put on her favorite flats, and was out the door.

When she arrived at S.T.A.R Labs, she found her friends hard at work as Barry was stopping an active robbery. She slid into her desk and brought her computer to life as Barry raced in the cortex, a huge smile on his face. "Nice work, Mr. Allen," Harrison's voice caused Y/N to look up at the man, his expression warm with a glimmer of pride causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. "You are progressing nicely, and don't think you escaped my attention, Miss Y/L/N." His eyes met hers as smiled.

"Birthday Girl in the house," Cisco bellowed, standing up fist bumping the air. Y/N's head snapped toward him as everyone else's gaze fell to her.

"Today is your birthday?" Barry questioned brows furrowed, "Why didn't you say anything? We could have decorated the cortex and got you a cake."

Y/N sighed, "I didn't want you guys to feel obligated to do anything for me. It's just another day, nothing to have a commotion about," she shrugged, looking back at Cisco. "Spill it, how did you find out?"

Cisco bit his lip as Caitlin turned to him, "How many laws did you break doing it Cisco?"

Cisco put his hands up, "No laws were broken, I hacked into the ccpd database to look at your employee file."

Harrison's brow furrowed, "Hacking the police is breaking the law, Cisco. Regardless of how the information got out, it's out." Harrison wheeled over to Y/N and grabbed her hand, "We love you, sweetheart, and you being here another year is worth celebrating with the people who love you the most." He grabs her hand and places a kiss on the top of her hand, and Y/N was convinced her heart had stopped at the motion heat rising to her face. "Now, the four of you go on and enjoy the day off, celebrate with Y/N. I'll stay here and keep watch if something happens I'll call."

Barry changes out of his suit, as Caitlin and Cisco grab their jacket, big smiles on their faces. Y/N looked to Harrison, his eyes, a vibrant shade of blue that rendered her speechless on a good day, "You sure, we don't need to close up shop on my behalf."

Harrison took off his glasses and looked back at her, "Y/N, it's in my experience that life is short, and because of that, celebrating victories or even stopping to celebrate a birthday is worth doing. And tell you what when you're done going out and drinking Cisco under the table,"

"Hey!" Cisco grumbled, causing everyone to chuckle as Harrison smiled.

"You come back here tonight and have dinner with me. Sound good?"

Y/N's heartbeat raced as she nodded her head and stood from her seat. " That sounds lovely, Dr. Wells."

Cisco shouted, "Well, let's go. People there are drinka to be had and laser tag to play, come on!" The other 3 companions rolled their eyes as they all made their way to exit.

~later that evening~

"Shot, shot, shot, shot," the trio of Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco chanted as the burn of alcohol met her throat with the shot. She looked at the time on the phone, her eyes wide. "I have to get to S.T.A.R labs," she sat up and tried to pay, but Barry blocked her with his hand, "Come on guys, let me pay for something.

"Absolutely, not its your birthday. it's our jobs as your friends to cover birthday festivities. Plus, we want to do this because you're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in her eyes she could feel their love radiating off them, "I love you guys so much!" She rushed to give them all a hug. They held their group embrace for a minute before Y/N pulled away. "I have to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Then Y/N was out of the bar heading toward a potential date with Dr. Wells.

Her mind was spinning with all the scenarios this dinner could begin when a blur of yellow sped past her into an alleyway red lightning tailing the blur. Y/N closed her eyes, "It's in your best interest to ignore what you saw." That may be true, but she could get some answers, and she would be lying if curiosity didn't get the best of her most days!

She groaned as she walked into the alleyway to be greeted with eyes glowing red, his body vibrating to the point of distorting his features. "Hello, Y/N, it's about time we meet." His voice distorted with his vibrating as well.

Y/N took a sharp inhale, "You know who I am?" She took a hesitant step forward.

He sped up to her, his chest close to her own, her breathing quickened as fear began to take over. He raised a hand to her, and she flinched, anticipating a hit that never came. Instead, his leather clad fingers grazed her cheek tenderly, his other hand moving from her side down to her hip. "I know a lot about you, Birthday Girl." Her eyes widened, and he chuckled.

His vibrations began to slow as the red dissapeted from his eyes turning into a familiar shade of blue. "Hello, sweetheart." His voice matched that of Harrison Wells, and her breaths were short and rapid as if she wasn't getting a lot of oxygen. She forced his arms away and backed away. Suddenly, the alleyway was spinning, and black was grazing her vision. The man in yellow took his mask off and revealed what she feared, Harrison Wells was the man in Yellow. Y/N's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and before her body could collapse to the floor, she was in the arms of the man who killed her best friend's mom.

~few moments later~

Y/N woke up, her vision blurred, but slowly becoming clearer, she was in a place she wasn't familiar with. As the memory from the past hour flooded her brain, she tried to jolt up and run, only to find she was strapped down to a wheel chair. Not just any wheelchair, the one Harrison uses. Panic flooding her system, she began to scream out, "Someone Help me plea -" a large hand landed firmly over her mouth, muffling her pleas for help.

"Shhhh, it's me," Harrison whispered in her ear, causing her to flinch. He moved around his hand, still placed over her mouth. "I'm going to remove my hand only if you promise not to scream and be good. Can you do that?" She nodded her head. Harrison smiled and lowered his hand he waited a moment for her to scream. When she didn't, he patted her cheek, "Good-" she spit in his face instead.

Y/N smirked as he wiped her saliva from his face. "You know I can't say I didn't deserve that. But will you let me explain."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Why should I, Harrison? You killed Barry's mom. Why would I-" Instead of silencing her with his hands, he did so with his lips crashing to hers. She found herself kissing back as his hand slid up her thighs and up to her ample breast, eliciting a moan from Y/N. He kept teasing the area her nipples were until they became peaks, causing Y/N to get aroused.

Only for him to pull away his hand slides from her breast to her neck and up her cheek. "I'm in love with you, Birthday girl. It's why i wanted to have dinner with you. However, I couldn't justify being in a relationship with you if I wasn't honest. Will you hear me out, Sweetheart?"

She searched his pleading eyes for any lies, and she couldn't, so she nodded her head. "One condition, let me out of the chair. I can't feel like we are on equal footing if i feel like your captive."

He nods and presses a button on his chair, releasing the restraints. Was she going to really hear them out, "You killed Barry's mom."

"I did," he nodded, and he told her the whole story of how he was stuck in this time and how he fell in love with her the moment he saw her in S.T.A.R labs. He pulled her onto his lap, and she didn't move against him. His touch still provided comfort still even after all the horrible things he's done. "What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?"

Y/N pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, not looking into his eyes. "You killed a lot of people. You killed Barry's mom. How do I know you won't kill me, too?" She looked at him, "Why tell me at all? Why today of all days?"

He slid his hand down her arm, gripping her wrist, his strong hand firm, yet gentle he raised her hand up and kissed the palm of her hand tenderly. As she swore at her stomach for the butterflies fluttering around at the gesture. "I am a lot of things, Y/N, but one thing I know for certain is my love for you and my need to keep you safe. As for why today? Well, beloved, it's because what better gift to give than for you to see me all of me."

Y/N looked from his gaze for a moment and back at him. She dipped her head closer to his and pressed her lips to his briefly. "I am going to have to think about this. You're a killer, and just being with you is a risk, along with keeping your secret."

Harrison or Eobard, as she found out was his real name, nodded his head. "I feel there is a 'but'"

She nodded, "But I had one wish for my birthday this year." She rubbed his arm and moved her hand to his chest.

"What was your one wish, Y/N?" He whispered, clearing his throat impacted by her touch.

She looked him in the eyes, her smile bright, "You. I wanted you."

Eobard stood up with Y/N in his arms and sped off to his home where he placed her on her feet. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Consider your wish granted, Birthday Girl. I will always be yours until I'm ash in the ground. I will spend every moment of my living days proving that to you."

She smiled at his words, gripping his black sweater in her fist and forcing him down to her level for a deep kiss. She pulled away with a smirk, "Let's start with you on your knees, Speedy." She whispered against his lips, causing the older scientist to growl in response as he sped her into his bedroom where he would spend the rest of the night granting her birthday wishes.

~FIN

I hope you enjoyed it!

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mcbenson25 · 11 months

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More Than He Bargained For Part 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Final Part

A/N: I know I said I would post more often but I decided it was becoming a lot if I kept posting in little sections so I decided to make them a loooot longer just to move things along.

Warnings: Violence, blood mentions, injury, mild language

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Eobard took a swig of water, trying to quell the anger, annoyance, and exhaustion that threatened to overwhelm him. The Earth-X situation was proving to be more of a headache than he had anticipated. The lack of patience and impulsiveness from his team was becoming a hindrance, but they were his only shot at a happy ending.

A happy ending where Barry was dead, and Eobard had you by his side. The thought brought a twisted smile to his lips, but it was short-lived as a loud beeping interrupted his thoughts.

"He's gone," the Dark Arrow announced, and Eobard tensed.

"Who? Merlyn?" he asked, unable to hide the contempt in his voice.

"The biosensor in his suit indicates his heart stopped," the Dark Arrow replied evenly, and Eobard felt a sense of resignation wash over him.

Merlyn was never strong enough to handle anything, so his demise was no surprise.

Get over it.

"He always seemed too soft to me," Eobard remarked, hoping to move past the topic and focus on the task at hand.

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Eobard thought they had moved on, but of course it was too much to hope for as the Dark Arrow spoke again.

"He died for you," he said to Overgirl with a solemn tone.

Here we go with this.

Eobard felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Merlyn's death meant nothing to him, and he couldn't understand why it would matter to anyone else.

"We will make his death worthwhile," the Dark Arrow stated with a sense of determination.

How stupid.

"That doesn't change the fact that now we're down a man," he repeated, trying to refocus the conversation on the task at hand.

Dark Arrow gave him a withering glare, clearly annoyed at the lack of respect coming from Eobard. "Keep your focus where it belongs and GET to work on locating that prism!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Oh have I hit a soft spot?

Eobard couldn't help but smile at the opportunity for confrontation. He relished the thought of punching Dark Arrow's ridiculous face. "Watch your tone," he warned, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Or I'll watch it for you."

Dark Arrow's anger boiled over, and he stepped forward, shoving Eobard roughly against a pillar. Eobard couldn't help but grin in satisfaction, knowing that he had hit a nerve.

This was going to be good.

"Oliver!" Overgirl called out trying to diffuse the situation, but he ignored her, focused solely on Eobard. "Did you just tell me to watch my tone?" he snarled, his eyes flashing with rage.

Eobard met his gaze without fear, his wicked smile never leaving his face. "You're angry," he said in a low voice, goading him. "And I like it."

Dark Arrow pushed him further into the pillar, his fury barely contained. "Don't you mock me!" he spat.

Eobard merely chuckled. "Then do not threaten me," he taunted. "Or have you forgotten?" He vibrated his hand menacingly. "I can end your life before you even birth your next thought."

Both men stared angrily at each other waiting for the other to move when Overgirl showed up next to them.

"Try it once," "Kara" threatened, "and I break every bone in your body."

Eobard felt his hand get crushed by Overgirl and "Oliver's" arrow was uncomfortably close to his neck.

Okay maybe not the best idea.

He rolled his eyes, "Ok, we're all a little emotional. Here what I suggest," as said feeling the arrow coming closer to his throat, "I will stop vibrating my hand," he looked at "Kara", "You will stop breaking my wrist, and you," he said exasperatedly to "Oliver", "will be 10% less brooding."

"Oliver" backed away and let his arrow fall on the floor with a clang and only then did "Kara" let go of his hand.

"We accomplish nothing by arguing," Kara stated.

Eobard was annoyed again. "It's the accomplishing nothing that has me concerned." He paused taking an annoyed breath, raising his voice, "We came here to conquer this Earth, or have you forgotten?"

"Oliver" stepped in. "Locate the prism," he paused as he saw Eobard's murderous look, "please."

That's what I thought.

"Once we have identified the location of the target I will devise a plan of attack.”

Eobard was finally in agreement as he walked out.

Time to get the party started.

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Harry sighed, his mind heavy with thoughts of the recent encounter with you. The memory of catching you flustered replayed in his mind, intensifying the beat of his heart. Seeking a distraction, he had joined Caitlin and Jax in their work lab, hoping to shift his focus to tracking down the Nazis.

Pushing up his glasses, Harry's attention was brought back to the tool he was tinkering with as Jax shared some information. "Felicity's got her friend working on Palmer Technology's spectrometry satellites," Jax said, breaking the silence.

Why don't we just use-

Caitlin finished Harry's thought. "Okay, but what about the Waverider? I mean, a time-traveling ship must have some sort of tracking technology we can use," she suggested, her voice tinged with a hint of hope.

Harry nodded in agreement. "It would help us locate these bastards a lot faster," he remarked, his determination evident in his voice.

Jax interjected, his expression perplexed. "Well, not exactly. It's in the, uh, Stone Age," he explained, scrunching up his face.

The confusion was mirrored on both Caitlin and Harry's faces. "It's literally in the Stone Age." Jax clarified, prompting Harry to let out a frustrated sigh.

Caitlin's disappointment was visible as she spoke, "Okay, well, parallel Earth jumping is kind of Cisco's specialty," her voice trailed off.

"Unfortunately, he's too busy being unconscious right now," Harry replied gruffly, his frustration seeping into his words. "I guess we're on our own.”

Just then, Professor Stein entered the lab, and Jax's face lit up. "Oh, perfect timing, man. We're trying to find the guys from Earth-X, but we're coming up with nothing," Jax shared, hoping for a breakthrough.

However, Professor Stein's expression revealed a hint of sadness as he glanced at Caitlin and Harry. "I'm sorry, could you excuse us a moment?" he requested, his tone conveying a need for privacy.

Caught in the intrigue of the unfolding situation, Harry exchanged a curious glance with Jax before focusing his attention on the professor. Something was about to transpire, and Harry couldn't help but smile curiously.

Carelessly tossing his tool aside, he remarked, "Happily. We don't want to interrupt whatever... awkward, awkward thing-," he said with an amused expression.

Caitlin, rolling her eyes in annoyance, her voice laced with exasperation. "Come on, Harry, it's not about you," she scolded, as she dragged him away from the unfolding conversation.

Yet, Harry's curiosity lingered. "-that is," he continued, his voice trailing off as Caitlin pulled him away.

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One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Sitting in the cortex with Iris, you spun in the chair as Felicity frantically tried to uncover the Nazis' hiding place. Frustrated, Iris blew out a breath and questioned, "How long until you brainiacs find these Nazis?"

Felicity, visibly exasperated and annoyed, let out a sigh. "My answer hasn't changed in the two minutes since you last asked me."

You and Iris exchanged a concerned glance, sensing something was bothering Felicity. Iris quickly apologized, sitting up straighter in her chair.

Noticing the impact of her own tone, Felicity sighed and admitted, "I'm sorry. I'm dealing with some Oliver stuff," she paused, "not 'Nazis ruined the happiest day of our life' stuff, but... stuff."

You approached Felicity, sensing her distress. Memories of your earlier conversation this morning flooded back.

"Stuff. Like you're unsure about marrying him?" you asked gently, drawing closer to Felicity.

"I thought you guys said you were good?" Iris chimed in, scooting her chair closer to Felicity.

Felicity glanced at you, her eyes reflecting the vulnerability within.

"What if I lose him? I couldn't bear it. I love him too much."

You remembered your heart-to-heart talk earlier, and instinctively spoke up for her, saying, "You don't want to jeopardize the happiness you've fought so hard to build."

Felicity nodded, tears welling up. "We're just as good as we were the last time we got engaged and I got shot. That was the beginning of the end for us."

Iris let out a sigh, struggling to fully comprehend Felicity's situation, because her own relationship with Barry seemed so perfect and secure. You, on the other hand, painfully understood the complexity of Felicity's emotions, as you longed for the same sense of security with Eobard, free from worries about him or the constraints of time that seemingly never escaped you.

"I don't want to tempt fate again," Felicity's voice cracked, "you know?"

Both you and Iris enveloped Felicity in a comforting hug. In that moment, a beeping sound emerged from the computer, drawing your attention. Huddling around the screen, you asked, puzzled, "A break-in at Dayton Optical Systems?"

Iris, seemingly weary, suggested, "I know this may sound terrible, but maybe we should let the police handle it. We need our team focused on the Nazis."

Casting her a sideways glance, you couldn't help but disagree. At this point, anything could be connected to the unwelcome visitors from Earth-X

Felicity pulled up security footage and looked up, her gaze intense. "This is the Nazis."

Sighing, you swiftly began pressing buttons on the computer. "We need to inform the others. Now."

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Eobard observed with amusement as Barry walked toward Dayton Optical Systems, reveling in the sight of his confusion and apparent stupidity in trying to piece together the puzzle.

What a moron.

"Why are the Earth-Xers targeting this place?" Barry asked Arrow and Supergirl, unaware of Eobard, Dark Arrow, and Overgirl emerging from the shadows. They stood in front of them, nodding evilly.

"Because," came Dark Arrow's distorted voice, "they had something we need."

Eobard smirked as he carried the box and stood across from the Flash, slowly setting it down. Despite being mere feet away, Barry still couldn't figure out his true identity. How stupid was he? Even with his phasing abilities, was Flash really that pathetic in not being able to recognize him?

"Whatever you stole," Arrow started menacingly.

"We're gonna need it back," Barry finished, determination in his voice.

We're gonna need it back. Eobard snorted at the Flash and his pathetic group of do-gooders.

"Your confidence is predictable," Dark Arrow said, clearly amused.

I'll say.

"You've faced some of the greatest evils known to man," Dark Arrow continued, "and you've defeated them. But if you think so highly of yourselves, that you can defeat any threat that comes your way..."

There was a delicious pause as they removed their intricate gas masks, revealing themselves to Flash, Arrow, and Supergirl.

"How do you feel about us?" Dark Arrow said to his doppelgänger, wearing an evil smirk.

To say they were shocked was an understatement. Eobard relished in the stupid look of confusion on Flash's face as he glanced uncertainly at his partners.

Arrow spoke first, his disgust evident. "This is sick."

"Do you mean looking at your reflection and seeing only weakness? I agree," Dark Arrow responded.

"Thawne?" Flash said, attempting to sound unfazed, but Eobard knew the anger boiled inside him.

"Direct from Earth-1," Eobard answered with glee. "Do you like my face?" He gestured, "I was told this was much handsomer than that stupid face of Harrison Wells."

"You're demented," Flash seethed. "I watched you die."

Eobard shook his head and laughed. "Or did you? It's time travel, Barry. So very confusing. I always seem to be saying that to you, don't I?"

It was a hypocritical statement, really. Time travel was the very thing that had brought him to you, that had saved you. Why couldn't you understand that? Everything he did was for you. But he always seemed to mess it up, unable to be careful. You made him forget everything else. But that would change. He just needed to settle things with Flash first.

"Last chance," Green Arrow growled, bringing him back to the present. "Go. Home."

"And stay there," Kara said, her tone cold and resolute.

"All of you," Barry added, his expression hardened as he stared at Eobard.

Eobard smirked at him before putting his cowl back on, fully focused on going after Barry.

Oh no, Barry. Not this time.

Unfortunately, his moment of enjoyment was cut short when Overgirl was struck by a kryptonite arrow. Dark Arrow rushed to her side and yelled at Eobard, "Get the prism out of here now!"

He paused, throwing them a look. He knew the stupid man's love would get in the way. And for a brief moment, he saw you in his arms instead of Overgirl, causing him to freeze before shaking his head to clear the distraction.

He couldn't lose his focus. Not now.

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"No! Eddie! Oh my..." You heard Iris wail, her voice filled with anguish and despair, as she ran out of the cortex. Without a second thought, you chased after her, your heart pounding in your chest. What had just happened? The world around you felt hazy and disorienting as you reached Iris, who was cradling Eddie's lifeless body, tears streaming down her face. Joe, visibly shaken, repeated in disbelief, "Eddie, what did you do? What did you do?"

A heavy silence hung in the air as you locked eyes with the Reverse Flash, Eobard, the love of your life. Anger surged through your veins, a tempest of emotions ready to be unleashed. You wanted to scream at him, to slap him, to blame him for all of this.

Barry stood nearby, a mix of confusion and shock etched on his face. His voice trembled as he asked, barely able to catch his breath, "What's happening?"

"Cisco, help me," came Eobard's distorted voice, a sickening feeling spreading within you. Deep down, you already knew the truth, the devastating reality that was unfolding before your eyes.

Cisco's voice broke through the tension, his words heavy with realization. "Eddie is his ancestor. If Eddie dies, he'll never be born, and..." His voice trailed off as the weight of the situation settled in.

"He's being erased from the timeline," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. The man who professed his love to you was being wiped from existence. You looked at Eobard, a mixture of sadness and disbelief in your gaze.

Why?

Why wasn't I enough?

Eobard locked eyes with you, tears glistening in your eyes as they spilled down your cheeks. The depth of his remorse was evident in his face. He desperately tried to reach out to you, but he was met your tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret and sorrow. The transformation on his face from Wells' features to the one you had fallen in love with only intensified your pain. "I'm so sorry."

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you collapsed to your knees, the sound of Iris screaming Eddie's name echoing in your ears.

Eddie was gone.

Eobard watched your trembling form, consumed by sobs, unable to face him, and something within him shattered. He had never wanted to inflict such heartache upon you. He realized he was the cause of your pain, your suffering. It was a burden he could never forgive himself for carrying.

Turning his gaze toward Barry, who was still in a state of shock, Eobard's eyes filled with a burning intensity. Barry would pay for this. He would pay for this irreparable pain that he had caused. Eobard vowed to find a way back, a path to end Barry's life and find a way back to you.

But for now, he would leave haunting parting words. "I've controlled your life for so long, Barry. How will you get along without me?"

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Your head throbbed with a pulsating ache, each beat echoing the chaos that had consumed your life. Nazis, doppelgängers, the unsettling sight of Kara and Oliver united in marriage on Earth-X, kryptonite arrows, the looming threat of neutron bombs... It was an overwhelming torrent of events that battered your senses relentlessly.

Make it stop.

Please, make it all stop.

Amidst the chaos, Harry attempted to explain the mind-boggling vastness of the multiverse to Alex. His voice carried a weight of solemnity as he delved into the intricate web of parallel worlds and the existence of countless doppelgängers.

"There are 53 Karas out there, just as there are 53 Kryptons and 53 Earths," Harry explained, his words hanging in the air like an enigmatic puzzle waiting to be solved.

Weary and drained, you glanced up at Harry, and in that moment, your eyes met his. His comforting smile offered a flicker of comfort. He could see the fatigue etched on your face, the weariness that clung to you.

"The Thawne from our Earth is working with them," Barry said, frustrated.

Time froze, and your gaze locked onto Harry hoping that it was all a terrible misunderstanding.

No. He wouldn't... would he?

But deep down, a gnawing sense of dread whispered the truth to your heart.

You turned towards Harry, your eyes filled with a mix of desperation and disbelief. The weight of the revelation threatened to suffocate you as you heard Harry's voice. "Well, he's an idiot."

It was too much to bear, the betrayal cutting deep into your soul. Excusing yourself from the conversation, you rose from your seat. Harry instinctively moved to follow, concern etched on his face, but you shook your head, silently telling him you needed time alone.

You walked up the stairs, your footsteps heavy with the weight of confusion and frustration, until you reached the rooftop of Star Labs. The sprawling city lay below, its lights flickering like distant stars in the night sky.

Why did this have to be so complicated?

It felt like every twist and turn led to an even more twisted mess. And of all the things that could have happened, Eobard had gone and joined the freaking Nazis. Just when you thought Eobard wouldn't dare, he proved you wrong.

Leaning against the ledge, you let out a weary sigh, the sound mingling with the city's distant hum. The cool breeze caressed your face, offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed your thoughts. You knew that there was only one way to get answers.

And you hoped it would work.

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"Will it work?"

Eobard sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and superiority. It was a familiar sensation, as if he were constantly surrounded by people who underestimated his intellect.

"It will, with a few adjustments and a significant power source," he replied, his tone laced with a touch of arrogance.

Overgirl stood beside him, radiating confidence and pride as she said, "My husband's on his way to handle that as we speak."

Eobard paused his tinkering with the prism, casting a quick glance at Overgirl. "Your husband has a choice to make," he warned, irritation creeping into his voice.

Overgirl let out an exasperated sigh, knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. "Me or the Reich?" she responded, her confidence unshaken.

"That's right," Eobard retorted, a hint of annoyance evident in his tone. He pointed a finger towards her, his frustration mounting. "Because we have two goals, and my worry is if we can't accomplish both, he's going to choose you," he emphasized, "over a second Earth flying under our banner."

Overgirl shook her head defiantly, her confidence unwavering. "Oliver will not abandon our mission," she declared firmly.

Oh please.

Eobard rolled his eyes, his irritation growing. "I've seen this before. In 1945, Hitler and his men were equally short-sighted," he retorted, his voice laced with annoyance.

"Hitler was driven by passion and childish need. Oliver," Overgirl's voice dripped with disgust, "is twice the man Hitler ever was."

I could just strangle her.

The sheer absurdity of the comparison made Eobard want to scoff. "Not when he's blinded by his love for you," he shot back, slamming his fist on the table in frustration.

A heavy silence filled the room as Overgirl finally realized the truth in Eobard's words. The weight of the situation settled upon her.

"If it comes to Oliver choosing between me and the Reich," she said, her voice determined and resolute, "I'll make sure he chooses the Fatherland."

Eobard couldn't help but roll his eyes again, finding her declaration somewhat delusional. "How?" he challenged, his tone skeptical.

"If it comes to it," Overgirl replied defiantly, her resolve unwavering, "by taking the choice out of his hands."

Eobard watched her as she left the room, grateful for the silence accompanied by her departure. However, the silence was short-lived, as his watch suddenly beeped frantically. With a frown etched on his face, he glanced down at it and he could have sworn his heart stopped as he harshly threw the prism onto the table and swiftly made his way out of the room, running towards Star Labs.

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^^^Flashback^^^

Oh my head...

Intense pain throbbed through your head, causing you to instinctively clutch your temples. The searing agony made it difficult to focus, but a chilling voice cut through the haze, jolting you awake from your disoriented state. The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning—you were bound to a chair, trapped.

"Where am I?" you mustered the courage to ask, futilely struggling against your restraints.

The voice, dripping with malevolence, responded with a sinister laugh. "Don't concern yourself with your location, my dear. You're the bait in my grand scheme."

"Release me!" you screamed, desperation and fear coursing through your veins.

Before you could comprehend what was happening, a forceful blow struck your face, silencing your pleas. The taste of blood tainted your mouth, leaving you dizzy and disoriented. Glimpsing a shadowy figure ready to strike again, you braced yourself for the impending pain. However, in an instant, a rush of wind and a streak of lightning disrupted the scene, heralding the arrival of an unexpected savior.

"You've made a profoundly foolish choice," reverberated the distorted voice of the Reverse Flash, his presence commanding.

"Who... who are you?" your captor stuttered, consumed by fear.

"Death," the Reverse Flash declared with a chilling finality, before the dark room flashed with another streak of lightning. The room fell silent, and he approached you, delicately touching your injured face, causing you to wince in pain. As he surveyed your injured state, his gaze flickered with a mix of frustration and concern. Every line etched on his face betrayed the worry he felt within, the furrowed brows and clenched jaw giving away how he felt. Intense fury and worry coursed through Eobard's veins, the sight of you, bound and defenseless, ignited a burning anger within him.

"Did you... kill him?" you whispered, your voice laced with a mix of apprehension and relief.

Eobard scoffed in response, his annoyance palpable. "You could have lost your life, and you're concerned about his well-being?"

A defiant glare met his exasperated expression, silently demanding an answer.

With a resigned sigh, Eobard admitted, "No."

As you stood beside the motionless body of your captor, you realized something. No one had known where you were.

You turned to him, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief on your face. "How did you know I was here?"

Eobard's gaze drifted to the chain that held your ring, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and affection. "How else could I know that you were safe?"

A mixture of incredulity and amusement washed over you. "Seriously? That's how you track me?"

He sighed, a tinge of annoyance still lingering. "Thank you, Eobard, for saving my life," he said, imitating you. "Oh, you're welcome, darling," he replied, feigning annoyance.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Thank you, Eobard, for rescuing me. I love you, you dork."

His lips curled into a genuine smile, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I love you too."

^^^^

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It's interesting how slow time seems to move...

Especially when you falling.

Falling off a very very tall building to be precise.

The rush of wind whipped against your face, mingling with the bitter taste of regret that clung to your tongue. Panic tightened its grip around your heart as you peered downward, witnessing the ground drawing nearer with a terrifying certainty.

Dread swelled within you.

Maybe this wasn't the best idea...

As the ground loomed closer, your fear erupted into a frenzied scream, a desperate plea for salvation. And then, in a bewildering instant, you felt a sudden jolt, a force wrapping around you, pulling you back the threat of the hard cement floor. The world snapped back into focus as you found yourself once again on the safety of the balcony, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

Eobard, stood before you, his cowl removed, a mixture of concern and confusion etched upon his face. A tremor of vulnerability ran through his touch as his finger grazed your cheek, his worry visible. But the proximity between you felt suffocating, and you pushed him away angrily.

"You're working with the freaking Nazis?" The words exploded from your lips, fueled by a righteous anger that surged within you. The accusation flew like venom, the incredulity in your voice reverberated through the air.

Eobard was left dumbfounded, struggling to comprehend the whirlwind of events that had just happened. "Did you really just throw yourself off the roof to ask me that?" he incredulously questioned, his disbelief barely concealed.

"You're unbelievable," you felt anger surging through your body, your voice crescendoing with every word, "Unbelievable!"

Eobard's composure shattered, his own emotions surging forth in a torrent of words. "I'm unbelievable? Really?" he shot back, his voice rising in intensity. "I have given up everything for you, for our happiness," he declared, his voice tinged with a mixture of defiance and hurt. "And you're unhappy?"

The dam of pent-up emotions burst forth as you both unleashed, the air crackling with the force of your heated exchange. "Bullshit, Eobard," you retorted, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Everything you have ever done is for yourself. That's all you do—think about yourself!"

"I'm never the priority. I'm never enough for you," you cried out, the words raw. "I'm sick of sacrificing my own happiness, constantly playing second fiddle to your inability to confront your past and be with me in the present. It's time for you to man up and let go of this foolish fixation on Barry and time!"

There was silence as you both looked at each other.

"I'm sor-" Eobard tried to reach for your hand but you pushed him away.

"Sorry?" you spat, your voice laced with frustration. "I'm sick of hearing that. Every. Single. Time. I'm done, Eobard."

Panic seized Eobard's gaze, his eyes widening with disbelief as the weight of your words settled upon him. "What?" he uttered softly, his voice tinged with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

"I'm done," you repeated, your voice breaking. With a swift motion, you tore the necklace from your neck, the ring glinting in the air before throwing it at him. "Get out."

His protests faltered as he met your gaze, your eyes brimming with a blend of sorrow, pain, and regret. In that moment, the reality of what he had caused sunk in, the shattered fragments of your heart that he had caused.

As tears cascaded down your cheeks, you quietly said again, “Get out,” but this time with a brokenness lacing your voice.

Eobard sighed, his resolve crumbling. He approached you one last time, pressing a bittersweet kiss upon your lips, a final farewell. There was a sudden noise coming from below. You recognized it as the emergency alarm. You glanced up at Eobard and saw that his eyes were filled with sadness.

"I have to go," he said softly, "Go hide. Stay safe."

And with a surge of speed, he vanished, leaving you behind, broken and alone. You wiped your tears away, knowing that you had bigger worries now.

As you came back down you saw men with masks and swastikas on their sleeves walking to the containment area of the lab. Further away you saw Iris and Felicity standing on the other side of the hall, worried. You looked back up, trying to contain the overwhelming emotions you were feeling, before making your way towards Iris and Felicity.

Something told you that things were about to get ugly.

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Hellooo beautiful people! I'm so sorry it took this long but I wrote a looooot more so hopefully it makes up for it??? Things are getting heated!!! Currently I do not have an ending set in stone so what do y'all think? Was it right on to throw Eobard this curveball? Should Harry make his move? I loveeee hearing feedback and I love all of you! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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Love Bites (Vampire!Sherloque Wells X Reader)

A/N: Buckle up because this is a long one! I've re-read and re-written this so many times, I really hope it's okay lol. I never know what to put in terms of warnings, but as the title suggests, there is vampire biting and (probably medically inaccurate) blood loss in this fic. Also, sorry if the French is bad, I used several online translators but I can never be sure how accurate they are.

Word Count: 5255

Tagging: @ageless-aislynn @khayrrilrainxwells @mcbenson25 @yetanotherwells (Feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in anything!)

There was a metahuman running rampant throughout STAR Labs. You weren’t sure how they got in, what their powers were, or what they wanted, but you knew they were very angry and were determined to let everyone know about it. The moment the security alarm went off, the poor few of you who were still around at five in the morning had scattered, hoping it would be harder for the meta to track you all down. Being the only one around with powers, Cisco took it upon himself to hunt the hunter. You had all tried Barry’s phone but there was no response.

Sherloque ran off before you did, and before your survival instincts had the chance to kick in, you decided to go on a secret hunt on your own. You had suspected something was off with him almost immediately. Sure, the reason why he attracted your attention in the first place may have been the way he looked at you when he first arrived, but no amount of winks and little smiles could hide all the weird things you noticed. He refused to leave the building until after the sun had set, kept far away from windows and mirrors, and acted so, so strangely whenever someone was bleeding. You tried to ignore it at first, but it was all too coincidental for it not to mean anything. After months of research and spying, you came to one conclusion:

Sherloque Wells was a vampire.

Okay. Vampire was a strong accusation. It was why you hadn’t told anyone yet. Why you were stalking him through corridors whilst a criminal was threatening everyone's lives. You just couldn't help yourself. Too many vampire novels, Joe would say, but after years of facing metahuman after metahuman, you longed to get your hands on something supernatural. And it was just an added bonus that the supernatural thing you had found was a Harrison Wells doppelganger. It was as if the universe had gift-wrapped him for you – that is, if he turned out to be a friendly vampire of course. You hadn’t decided on what you were going to do if he was secretly evil. Probably scream, get bit, and then die, unfortunately. Although, the getting bit part didn’t sound all that bad – not if it was anything like the novels you had read, anyway.

Sherloque turned the corner into the lounge and you paused at the doorway to eavesdrop. A few footsteps here. A few footsteps there. A few… Nothing. You held your breath and edged as close to the doorway as you could without being seen, but it was like no one was in the room at all. Just pure, eerie silence. Peeking your head around the entrance, you took a brief glance around; the room was large and open, there were no hiding places, and there was no Sherloque Wells.

Against every cell in your body shouting at you that it was a bad idea, you took a deep breath in and crept into the lounge. Your footsteps filled the room with a solitary echo. The city night lights spilt through the giant windows, pulling you out of the dark and towards the soft glow. Drawn towards the window, with the skyline catching your eye, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Something– Someone was watching you.

You span around. Darting your eyes all over the room trying to follow the shadows that flitted in your peripheral. There was movement. A lot of it. You could feel it in the air. But god forbid, you couldn’t see a single thing. You started to shuffle backwards and attempted to control your breathing but it was a fight against your lungs that you were already losing.

Your back hit something cold and solid, and it was not the window. Fingers grasped your arm and jerked you around.

“Hello chérie."

Yanking your arm away, you stepped out of reach and narrowed your eyes at the man in front of you.

“Sherloque.”

“It’s not very sensible to follow me when there’s a criminal on the prowl.”

Slowly, the detective began to circle you, like an animal stalking its prey. There was a look in his eyes that sent a chill down your back.

“Then again,” he continued, “something tells me it's not the criminal that has your attention, is it? No. You’ve had your eye on me ever since I arrived, studying me just as I study the case of Cicada. I’m afraid your interest has not gone unnoticed.”

The detective stopped right in front of you and leaned in, you could smell the bergamot on his breath.

“So, my curious little cat, what conclusions have you drawn from watching me?”

You wanted to take a step back. Or at least, you should’ve wanted to take a step back. The thought had definitely crossed your mind. However, the moment his icy blue eyes captured yours, you were fixated. You couldn’t even want to think about running away no matter how hard you tried.

God. Okay. You never intended this to be a big confrontation, but it was happening whether you liked it or not. Right here. Right now. Ignoring the croak in your voice, you mustered up as much confidence as you could and said what needed to be said.

“I think you’re a vampire.”

The phrase made Sherloque’s lips involuntarily widen into an indulgent smile.

“You think?” he teased.

“I know.”

He paused before replying, letting himself appreciate your firm tine. “And do tell, what exactly makes you so sure?”

Words fell out of your mouth, toppling over each other in a big, bumbling mess. Amongst the babbling you managed to get out some kind of accusation.

“Y-you don’t– You don’t have a reflection.”

“And?”

And? And… Shit. The more you tried to think, the harder it was to conjure up any of your memories. It was like that damned smirk of his was chasing away all the evidence you had collected over the months, and not in the usual flirtatious kind of way. He huffed, amused at the panic that had settled on your face – he was enjoying this too much. You weren’t sure what kind of mind games he was trying to play with you, but you weren’t going to stand for it.

“Stop it!”

His eyes glimmered.

“Stop what?”

“That stupid thing you’re doing with your eyes. You’re hypnotising me or something with your vampire powers. I know it.”

Sherloque innocently placed his hand on his chest. “Moi? Never.”

“Sherloque,” you warned.

The detective took a step back and the fog in your brain had been lifted. You could finally think clearly again, enough to see the two sharp fangs pointing out of Sherloque’s wide grin. Finally, you thought. Finally, something supernatural – and you figured it out without anyone else's help.

Sherloque leaned back against the window, folding his arms and softening his gaze. “You know,” he started, “I knew this was going to happen.”

You rolled your eyes. “No you didn’t.”

“I hoped this was going to happen. As I said, I've noticed your interest and it is… mutual.”

“Mutual? In what way?”

He shrugged. “You have a sharp eye for details, a master detective appreciates such a thing.”

“Uhuh, is that all?”

“Tu as un beau sourire que je ne peux pas quitter des yeux.”

“You know I don’t understand French.” You crossed your arms, hoping he wasn’t mumbling an insult.

Sherloque hesitated; a myriad of confessions lingered on the tip of his tongue. You were brave enough to confront him, but he wasn’t sure if he was brave enough to confront his own feelings, after all, he didn’t exactly have the best history with falling in love. Five Renee Adlers. All women who he once loved. All women who hated the shit out of him. He couldn’t stand the thought of you hating him like that.

A loud bang echoed down the corridor followed by heavy footsteps and shouting – one of the voices being recognisably Cisco. The footsteps soon stopped, but you both knew neither of you were safe standing in the middle of a big open area.

Your attention darted to the corridor, back to Sherloque, and then over his shoulder. The twinkling lights of the night skyline had diminished and the horizon was growing lighter and lighter by the second. He didn’t have to question you, the look on your face combined with the prickling feeling on the back of his neck told Sherloque everything he needed to know. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

“What do we do now?” you asked, watching the detective stiffen his back.

“What do you want to do?”

“For starters, I would like to leave this room alive.”

Sherloque scoffed. “Is that what you think of me? A murderer?”

“No! But–” you took a step forwards “–vampires need to drink blood right?”

“Oui, the longer you go without it the weaker you become, but a vampire can go many years without consuming blood before dying. And I can assure you, a well-experienced vampire can acquire more than enough blood without killing.”

Sherloque’s eyes were on yours, but you were positive that all his attention had moved to your neck. If he wanted to kill you he would have done it by now, but that didn’t mean you were completely safe. The others didn’t know about Sherloque’s secret for a reason, and now that you knew, you were a threat to that reason, and something had to be done about it.

The top of the sun began to peak over the horizon and Sherloque dropped the smug, in control act that he was playing. Quickly, he took your hand and took a step towards the door, hoping you would follow. You held his hand tightly and didn’t move an inch.

“Ma chérie, I cannot stay here,” he said desperately.

He could have yanked his hand away and left. He could have pulled you off your feet and dragged you out of the room if he really wanted to. But no. He wanted you to come with him, and he wanted you to come willingly.

“I will not harm you, I promise.”

There was no glimmer in his eyes. No tricks being played. You glanced at the sun rising and a part of you wondered if Sherloque would let the sun burn hum just so he could stay with you a little longer. Your stomach grew uneasy at the thought of watching that happen. Turning back to the detective, you nodded and let him lead you out of the room, away from the harsh rays of light spilling through the windows.

Trying to avoid running into the metahuman problem, you avoided loud noises coming from the lifts and found yourselves in one of STAR Lab’s many abandoned, windowless storage rooms. The lights had yet to be changed into LEDs like the rest of the building, but to your surprise they had no trouble turning on when you flicked the switch and filled the room with a gentle, orange glow. There wasn’t any furnishing, nowhere to sit down, nothing to hide behind. It was a long, empty, concrete box with Sherloque standing at one end, and you at the other.

“I know vampires are supposed to be pale,” you said, “but now that we’re in proper light, you look really pale.”

"Oui. It has been a few months since I last fed." You could feel his eyes on your neck again. "It has been taxing."

“Then why haven’t you found a uh– meal?”

“I may not be human, but I would like to consider myself not a monster.”

“You haven’t found anyone willing.” You bit your lip and averted your gaze. A terrible idea wormed its way into your head. A terrible, stupid idea. The kind that you would read about in your beloved vampire novels.

“Non, not on this earth.” Keeping his eyes on you, Sherloque made his way to the middle of the room. “Not yet, anyway.”

You took a small step towards him. “I suppose you’d be quicker at catching Cicada if you were at full strength, right?”

The detective smiled softly at you. He didn’t need any vampire powers to know what you were thinking. “Ma chérie, if I took enough blood to be at my full strength, you would be very ill for a long time.”

Feeling like a silly teen trying to charm your way into trouble, you took a few more steps closer, just out of arm's reach, and flicked your eyes back up at him. “Then I’ll be in need of someone to take care of me.”

Sherloque hummed as he considered your offering. Oh yes. He could definitely take good care of you. And it would certainly give him more time to think up a charming way of telling you how he truly felt about you.

“Very well, mon amour. I promise I shall take care of you, afterwards,” he said as his eyes darkened with hunger. “If you are sure?”

“I’m sure.”

It all happened so quickly. Before you knew it, Sherloque had closed the gap between the two of you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you so close against his chest that you swore, even if he didn’t have enhanced senses, he could hear how fast your heart was beating. He cupped your cheek gently and tilted your head to the side, eyeing up your warm veins. Leaning in, his chilled lips pressed against your hot neck, sucking the spot he had decided on. He lingered, letting his teeth graze the tender bruise he made.

You shuddered feeling his hot breath, and for a split second, you felt those survival instincts of yours telling you to run. Momentarily, you closed your eyes and buried those feelings, trying to focus on Sherloque instead. His nose brushing against your skin. His arms squeezing around your side. His hand on your jaw with his thumb stroking your cheek. Knowing that there was no turning back now made your insides fizz with anxious excitement.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, as if to ask for your permission one last time. You could feel your heart thumping in your head, so loud that if you opened your mouth, you were sure it would be the only sound that would come out. Clenching your jaw to keep yourself composed, you gave Sherloque a reassuring smile. Yes. You have my permission. He smiled back and his eyes glimmered. Just like it happened in the lounge, a foggy haze blanketed your mind, making everything feel like a dream. You didn’t think getting your blood drunk would be painful enough to warrant hypnosis, but you weren’t going to complain about a little bit of supernatural painkiller.

Even under Sherloque’s spell, you could tell that something changed in his eyes. The soft, cold look was overcome with lust, and his lips spread open, revealing those two inhumanly sharp fangs of his. Once more, the vampire leaned into your neck.

You gasped as his teeth pierced your skin with a painless, but sharp pressure. Despite the hypnosis, there was still a small part of your brain that was alert and trying to send you signals that something dangerous was happening. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop from instinctively flinching away, but Sherloque pulled you back, holding you so tightly that you could barely wiggle. Once you were secure in his grip, he continued.

The fangs pulled away, but the lips stayed put. Sherloque licked the blood from your neck, and as soon as it reached the back of his throat, the months of thirst he endured hit him all at once. Suddenly he couldn’t help himself. You were too good. The licking turned into desperate sucking which caused the two of you to stumble. With your back hitting the nearest wall, you let out a whimper and grabbed a fist full of Sherloque’s wavy hair to steady yourself. Usually, the detective was very particular about how his hair looked, but right now he was far too drunk on your blood to care.

You weren’t sure how long it had lasted, but finally, Sherloque pulled away. The moment his arms left you, your legs buckled. Your vision was unfocused and Sherloque was a blur, moving quickly to catch you and softly sit you on the floor. His arms felt much stronger than what you remembered. Kneeling in front of you, he pulled off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, tying it just enough to stop the bleeding – he’d see to it medically when you were properly safe. Seeing your glazed eyes trying to focus on him, Sherloque cupped your face with both his hands and gently guided your attention towards him. You wanted to rub your eyes, but your arms felt impossibly heavy to lift, so you settled on blinking until your vision cleared up and you could actually look at the man in front of you. His pupils were dilated, his once-pale skin was flushed with lively colour, and his lips were wet and red, stained with blood that smeared down his chin.

“Hmm, you… You look…” you mumbling trailed off.

"Just relax chérie, you won't be able to function normally for a few weeks. Best not to force it."

A door a few corridors away slammed, followed by Cisco shouting. The noises echoed painfully in your ears as they grew closer to your hiding place.

“I can say for certain,” he stood up, whipped out a handkerchief to clean his face, and then straightened his clothes, “you’ve given me more than enough blood to deal with our intruder. Wait here. Once I return, I shall get you home and take care of you, just as I promised.”

You wanted to object to being left alone, but with a smile and a wink, Sherloque left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

A few minutes passed and the sound of the intruder stopped. You waited for Sherloque to come waltzing back to you, but all you received was silence. A few more minutes passed, and you grew restless. It shouldn’t be taking so long. You made yourself wait a little longer, but the silence was torture. He really should be back by now. A few more minutes and… No. No more minutes. No more waiting. Sure, you were too weak to walk, but you weren’t a damsel in distress, you weren’t going to just sit still in an empty storage room all by yourself. Using the wall, you pushed yourself forwards onto your hands and knees and slowly shuffled towards the door. Your head spun as you moved, but you carried on, determined to find out what was going on.

Aside from Cisco, no one knew what the power the metahuman has, so for all you knew, Sherloque could be in danger. Or maybe Cisco was being overpowered and he was in danger. Or maybe everyone was in danger and you were their only hope of survival. Or maybe everything was perfectly fine and you were worrying about nothing. You really hoped the latter was true because you didn’t need a detective to deduce that you weren’t going to be much help in a fight right now.

You reached the door and strained to lift your arm. Curling your fingers around the door handle, you used your weight to gracelessly heave it open, narrowly avoiding the door swinging into your face. The corridor was dark and empty. No Cisco. No handsome detective. Struggling for breaths, you managed to lean yourself against the doorframe, thrilled at your small accomplishment. You let out a huff, eyes growing tired of staying open. Wherever your dashing vampire was, he better come back for you soon, and he better not be injured.

The hypnotising thing Sherloque did had started to wear off, making you hyper aware of your arms and knees aching, and your neck stinging like hell. Vampire romance novels never mentioned how much being bitten would feel like… well, like being bitten. Something told you that there was a lot about vampires that vampire romance novels don’t mention. For example, it really sucked to wait for what felt like a million stupid years for one of them to come back for you.

A loud look over here kind of cough snapped you out of your miserable thought spiral.

Your head shot up, the movement causing your stomach to swirl and turn, but you were too overwhelmed and excited to care. Finally! Sherloque walked over to you and crouched by your feet. He was a lot less easy to focus on now, but still just as nice to look at.

“Hello trouble. I found Cisco and we put the metahuman in the pipeline. He is dealing with the mess that was made, and I have come to finally take you home–” Sherloque looked at you, then at the open door, then back at you with an amused smile. “Je suis désolé. Was the wait too long for you to handle?”

You opened your mouth, but the back of your throat was too dry to make a quip. Oh. That’s right. The grand trials and tribulations of trying to speak. You swallowed and spoke with as much determination as you could muster.

“You,” you started, your voice hoarse and sore, “were gone–”

“Oui. But I returned, just as I promised.”

“Gone f-for hours!”

Sherloque knitted his eyebrows and frowned, looking down at his pocket watch. He turned it to face you.

“No. I was gone for approximately twelve minutes.”

Suddenly, the detective’s hands were all over you. Face. Shoulders. Neck. Sherloque wasn’t a doctor, but you sat as still as you could and let the man carry out his examination. He promised to take care of whatever state he had left you in, but a part of you was still hoping that your state would be more breakfast in bed and less hospital gown. You attempted to take a slow deep breath, trying to make yourself as calm as the face you were looking at seemed to be, but what you ended you with was shaky and abrupt.

Sherloque stopped and sweetly held you by the shoulders – you could feel the new warmth of his hands through your clothes.

“You’ll be just fine.” His voice was soft and soothing. “I’ll get you home, make you something to eat to get some strength back into you, maybe make some tea to help you sleep– Hey. Hello? Chérie, look at me.”

You didn’t even notice it at first, but everytime you closed your eyes, it was getting increasingly difficult to open them again. With all your aches and pains, you were beyond exhausted. It would be so easy to close your eyes and drift off–

“I need you to stay awake for me,” Sherloque spoke in a slightly raised tone to keep your attention on him. “You can sleep as soon as I get you in bed. But until then, I need you to keep your eyes open. Okay?”

You mumbled that you’d try your best, and then the next few moments were a complete blur.

Sherloque had gotten you home… somehow. The details didn’t bother you, you were just happy to finally be home. Sherloque didn’t spare any time to start living up to that promise he made. He attentively tended to your wound, helped you change into pyjamas, and ushered you to bed. It wasn’t until after you had devoured his homemade soup did you lie down to sleep.

You tossed. You turned. You were exhausted beyond all means, but no amount of closing your eyes and hiding under the covers was helping you to fall asleep. Tor-ture. Grumbling, you rubbed your eyes and sat up. It wasn’t that long ago that you were struggling to stay awake. Penance from the universe for finding pleasure in aiding a vampire perhaps? No. He may have been smug, but Sherloque was a good vampire – Your vampire.

“Everything alright?”

Speak of the devil. You looked up at the detective leaning against your doorway and pouted.

“Can’t sleep.”

“No?”

“I know it’s the middle of the day, but my room is more than dark enough with my curtains closed. It’s like I'm too tired to be tired,” You said. “How does that make sense?”

“I bit you. There must still be adrenaline in your body.” Sherloque strolled over to sit by the side of your bed. “Your brain is still in fight or flight mode, bien-aimée, you need to relax.”

“Bien-ahh, uh–”

“Bien-aimée.”

“Bien-aimée,” you slowly repeated . “That’s a new one. What does it mean?”

Beloved.

Sherloque turned his head to look out the window and hummed.

“Maybe I will teach you some French when you get better.” He quickly kicked off his shoes and turned back to you. “But for now, you need to relax and you need to sleep.”

The detective swiftly slid under the covers. You opened and closed your mouth, deciding not to protest, and instead shuffled to make enough room for Sherloque to sit comfortably next to you. For once, you were glad for your small double bed; the lack of space pulling the two of you together, making Sherloque putting his arm around you feel like a natural advancement – the kind you had been trying to hype yourself up to make ever since you got home.

Somehow, asking a vampire to bite you was less nerve wracking than trying to cuddle up and relax with one. At least when you were running around STAR Labs you had adrenaline and the imposing threat of being hunted by a metahuman to motivate you. Now that the waters had settled, there was nothing to mask the fact that you had just ran head first into some kind of relationship with a detective vampire from another earth who you were half assuming was going to kill you when he found out you were investigating him.

You leaned into Sherloques side, rested your head against his shoulder. Perhaps it was better not to think too hard about these things. It wasn’t exactly like you were looking to get married the next day, just some good company and some well needed sleep. Feeling Sherloque relax under you, you closed your eyes tight, focusing on his thumb softly rubbing against your arm. The tiredness was really catching up to you now. With the cool, calm darkness granted to you via your black out curtains, and the warm embrace of your duvet wrapped around you and Sherloque, falling asleep no longer felt impossible.

“Relax and sleep,” you mumbled, “I think I can do that.”

Sherloque rested his head on top of yours, listening to the slow rhythm of your breathing. Why on earth he decided to get in bed with you was beyond him. He was so desperate to change the subject that he didn’t give himself time to think about what he was doing. Idiot. Whatever happened to avoiding another Renee Adler situation? They had all moved on but the memories of them – or more so, the memories of the mistakes he made with them – stuck to him like chewing gum in hair.

With a deep sigh, Sherloque closed his eyes. You weren’t her. You weren’t any version of her. But that didn’t stop him from assuming he’d screw things up with you like he had done over and over again with Renee. There was a chance that she and him just weren’t meant to be, but there was another, greater chance that any relationship with Sherloque just wasn’t meant to be – the latter scared him more than direct sunlight ever could. He hoped to God that you were feeling relaxed because inside his head was far from it.

To save your sleep schedule from becoming vamperic, you had planned to sleep until the sun had risen again, but it was quarter to midnight when you woke up. You almost weren't sure that you had woken up as you had to pry your eyelids open from deep sleep only to be met with darkness. Sherloque was lying flat on his back and you were still by his side, head still on his shoulder, limbs half sprawled out over him. All your joints ached and the pressure in your head persisted – perhaps it was a good thing that you woke up in the dark because oversleeping left you just as groggy as you felt when you got home.

“Beloved.”

You flinched. It made sense that the vampire next to you was awake during the night, but he was so still and you were so sleepy from waking up that it never got close to crossing your mind. You angled your head to look up at the outline of Sherloques Jaw.

“Huh?”

“Bien-aimée,” Sherloque said gently, staring at the ceiling. “It means beloved.”

The words tingled as you repeated them in your head. Beloved. Beloved. Beloved.

“Sherloque,” you breathed, “have you been calling me pet names this whole time?”

“Perhaps.”

It didn’t take vampire night vision to see the guilty, smug smile on his face; you bit your lower lip to hide a similar, bashful smile from appearing on your own. Sure. He noticed you noticing him. He took a liking to you. He flirted, bit, and then slept beside you. But it never occurred to you that he had been pining for you far longer than you had been for him. Not trusting the dark to conceal your flustered expression, you turned and smushed your face into Sherloques chest.

“Bien-aimée,” he said gleefully, squeezing his arms around you, “my fondness for you is not new information.”

Despite the tiredness and Sherloques chest muffling your voice, your laugh was undeniably embarrassed. “This. Whole. Time. Sherloque. Why didn’t you say anything?”

The pressure of Sherloques arms slightly loosened, and you were once again thankful for the dark hiding both your face from him and his face from you. Whatever he was thinking of, it wasn’t good, that you were certain of.

Renee. He had to get over it. You weren’t another repeated, doomed relationship. You were new. You were brilliant. And right now you were his and he couldn’t give that up, not for people who lived on different earths and didn’t even understand him properly.

Your heart was beating fast, and Sherloque couldn’t stand feeling his silence weigh you down any longer.

“A relationship with a vampire isn’t an easy one,” he finally said.

“No relationship is.”

“But especially with me.”

Taking your time as to not worsen your headache, you propped yourself up on your elbows so Sherloque could see your face.

“I’m not one to back down from a challenge, whether it’s supernatural, investigative–” you looked at the uncertainty in Sherloque’s bright, blue eyes “–or emotional. I’m strong enough to work through anything, and I’m sure you are too.”

Your eyes had bags but they were full of so much more life than they were when he first brought you home. If he wanted you to carry on looking at him like that, he’d have to move on. He would move on.

“My dear, if you believe I am strong enough–” Sherloque smiled at you softly “–then I am strong enough.”

“Good.”

You smiled brightly and leaned forwards, capturing his soft, warm lips with a kiss.

French translations:

Ma chérie: My dear

Moi: Me

Tu as un beau sourire que je ne peux pas quitter des yeux: You have a beautiful smile that I can't take my eyes off

Oui: Yes

Non: No

Je suis désolé: I'm sorry

Bien-aimée: Beloved

#the flash fanfiction #sherloque wells x reader #harrison wells x reader #x reader

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